You would have thought, by these tokens of worship, that the monarch was a supernatural being; only he seemed to have quite as much need of those vulgar matters, food and drink, as any other person at the table.

But fate had ordained that good King James should not finish his dinner in peace.
All of a sudden there arose a terrible uproar in the room where the children were at play.

Angry shouts and shrill cries of alarm were mixed up together; while the voices of elder persons were likewise heard, trying to restore order among the children.

The king and everybody else at table looked aghast; for perhaps the tumult made them think that a general rebellion had broken out.
"Mercy on us!" muttered Sir Oliver; "that graceless nephew of mine is in some mischief or other.

The naughty little whelp!" Getting up from table, he ran to see what was the matter, followed by many of the guests, and the king among them.