As we entered, the High Sheriff, in his gown, rose and cried: "Oyez!
Oyez! His Majesty is now in presence!" Whereupon the audience rose and
remained standing till the king left.
We had entered by the public door, the king doubtless wishing to display
himself as fully as possible to the people. As we passed down the aisle
to the bar, I caught the eyes of a man garbed as a Quaker. He wore a thin
gray beard, and his white hair hung almost to his shoulders. His bearing
and expression were truly sanctimonious, and had the gleam in his eyes
been in keeping, I should not have taken a second glance at him. But it
was not, so as I came close to him I noticed him carefully and saw that
he was observing me. At once I thought of Hamilton, and although I was
not at all sure of my ground, I dropped my hat near him, as an excuse for
stopping, and, while bending toward him, whispered:--
"Dark spectacles shade the eyes."
If the man was not Hamilton, my remark would mean nothing; if he was, it
would give him a valuable hint.
When the king and the duchess were seated, the judge spoke from the
bench, calling the attention of the good people of London to the fact
that his gracious Majesty had given to the court information which, it
was hoped, would lead to the arrest of the man who had committed the
heinous crime of robbing and killing Roger Wentworth on the king's
highway. The judge said that his gracious Majesty, loving justice as
perhaps no other king of England had ever loved it, had come in person
to offer as a witness one of the fairest ladies of the court, by whose
testimony it was expected the guilty man might be brought to justice.
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