"I knew I had an excellent friend in you." The enamoured knight seized the hand she extended towards him, but in the attempt to kiss it fell to the ground, amid the laughter of the company.
"Are you satisfied now, Sir Giles ?" asked Lord Roos.
"I am satisfied that Sir Francis has been duped," he replied, "and that when his brain is free from the fumes of wine, he will bitterly regret his folly.

But even his discharge will be insufficient.

Though it may bind me, it will not bind the Crown, which will yet enforce its claims." "That, Sir Giles, I leave competent authority to decide," Lord Roos replied, retiring.
And as he withdrew, the curtains before the upper table were entirely withdrawn, disclosing the whole of the brilliant assemblage, and at the head of them one person far more brilliant and distinguished than the rest.
"Buckingham!" Sir Giles exclaimed.

"I thought I knew the voice." It was, indeed, the King's omnipotent favourite.

Magnificently attired, the Marquis of Buckingham as far outshone his companions in splendour of habiliments as he did in stateliness of carriage and beauty of person.
Rising from the table, and donning his plumed hat, looped with diamonds, with a gesture worthy of a monarch, while all the rest remained uncovered, as if in recognition of his superior dignity, he descended to where Sir Giles Mompesson was standing.