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Dost
not
recall
how
that
the
old
Baron
Marley
,
being
mad
,
forgot
the
favour
of
his
own
countenance
that
he
had
known
for
sixty
years
,
and
held
it
was
another
's
;
nay
,
even
claimed
he
was
the
son
of
Mary
Magdalene
,
and
that
his
head
was
made
of
Spanish
glass
;
and
,
sooth
to
say
,
he
suffered
none
to
touch
it
,
lest
by
mischance
some
heedless
hand
might
shiver
it
?
Give
thy
misgivings
easement
,
good
my
lord
.
This
is
the
very
prince
--
I
know
him
well
--
and
soon
will
be
thy
king
;
it
may
advantage
thee
to
bear
this
in
mind
,
and
more
dwell
upon
it
than
the
other
.
"
After
some
further
talk
,
in
which
the
Lord
St.
John
covered
up
his
mistake
as
well
as
he
could
by
repeated
protests
that
his
faith
was
thoroughly
grounded
now
,
and
could
not
be
assailed
by
doubts
again
,
the
Lord
Hertford
relieved
his
fellow-keeper
,
and
sat
down
to
keep
watch
and
ward
alone
.
He
was
soon
deep
in
meditation
,
and
evidently
the
longer
he
thought
,
the
more
he
was
bothered
.
By-and-by
he
began
to
pace
the
floor
and
mutter
.
"
Tush
,
he
must
be
the
prince
!
Will
any
be
in
all
the
land
maintain
there
can
be
two
,
not
of
one
blood
and
birth
,
so
marvellously
twinned
?
And
even
were
it
so
,
'
twere
yet
a
stranger
miracle
that
chance
should
cast
the
one
into
the
other
's
place
.
Nay
,
'
tis
folly
,
folly
,
folly
!
"
Presently
he
said
--
"
Now
were
he
impostor
and
called
himself
prince
,
look
you
that
would
be
natural
;
that
would
be
reasonable
.
But
lived
ever
an
impostor
yet
,
who
,
being
called
prince
by
the
king
,
prince
by
the
court
,
prince
by
all
,
denied
his
dignity
and
pleaded
against
his
exaltation
?
No
!
By
the
soul
of
St.
Swithin
,
no
!
This
is
the
true
prince
,
gone
mad
!
"
Somewhat
after
one
in
the
afternoon
,
Tom
resignedly
underwent
the
ordeal
of
being
dressed
for
dinner
.
He
found
himself
as
finely
clothed
as
before
,
but
everything
different
,
everything
changed
,
from
his
ruff
to
his
stockings
.
He
was
presently
conducted
with
much
state
to
a
spacious
and
ornate
apartment
,
where
a
table
was
already
set
for
one
.
Its
furniture
was
all
of
massy
gold
,
and
beautified
with
designs
which
well-nigh
made
it
priceless
,
since
they
were
the
work
of
Benvenuto
.
The
room
was
half-filled
with
noble
servitors
.
A
chaplain
said
grace
,
and
Tom
was
about
to
fall
to
,
for
hunger
had
long
been
constitutional
with
him
,
but
was
interrupted
by
my
lord
the
Earl
of
Berkeley
,
who
fastened
a
napkin
about
his
neck
;
for
the
great
post
of
Diaperers
to
the
Prince
of
Wales
was
hereditary
in
this
nobleman
's
family
.
Tom
's
cupbearer
was
present
,
and
forestalled
all
his
attempts
to
help
himself
to
wine
.
The
Taster
to
his
highness
the
Prince
of
Wales
was
there
also
,
prepared
to
taste
any
suspicious
dish
upon
requirement
,
and
run
the
risk
of
being
poisoned
.
He
was
only
an
ornamental
appendage
at
this
time
,
and
was
seldom
called
upon
to
exercise
his
function
;
but
there
had
been
times
,
not
many
generations
past
,
when
the
office
of
taster
had
its
perils
,
and
was
not
a
grandeur
to
be
desired
.
Why
they
did
not
use
a
dog
or
a
plumber
seems
strange
;
but
all
the
ways
of
royalty
are
strange
.
My
Lord
d'Arcy
,
First
Groom
of
the
Chamber
,
was
there
,
to
do
goodness
knows
what
;
but
there
he
was
--
let
that
suffice
.
The
Lord
Chief
Butler
was
there
,
and
stood
behind
Tom
's
chair
,
overseeing
the
solemnities
,
under
command
of
the
Lord
Great
Steward
and
the
Lord
Head
Cook
,
who
stood
near
.
Tom
had
three
hundred
and
eighty-four
servants
beside
these
;
but
they
were
not
all
in
that
room
,
of
course
,
nor
the
quarter
of
them
;
neither
was
Tom
aware
yet
that
they
existed
.
All
those
that
were
present
had
been
well
drilled
within
the
hour
to
remember
that
the
prince
was
temporarily
out
of
his
head
,
and
to
be
careful
to
show
no
surprise
at
his
vagaries
.
These
'
vagaries
'
were
soon
on
exhibition
before
them
;
but
they
only
moved
their
compassion
and
their
sorrow
,
not
their
mirth
.
It
was
a
heavy
affliction
to
them
to
see
the
beloved
prince
so
stricken
.
Poor
Tom
ate
with
his
fingers
mainly
;
but
no
one
smiled
at
it
,
or
even
seemed
to
observe
it
.
He
inspected
his
napkin
curiously
,
and
with
deep
interest
,
for
it
was
of
a
very
dainty
and
beautiful
fabric
,
then
said
with
simplicity
--
"
Prithee
,
take
it
away
,
lest
in
mine
unheedfulness
it
be
soiled
.
"
