He longed to sink still further and would cry: "Hit harder.

On, on! I'm wild! Hit away!" She was seized with a whim and insisted on his coming to her one night clad in his magnificent chamberlain's costume.

Then how she did laugh and make fun of him when she had him there in all his glory, with the sword and the cocked hat and the white breeches and the full-bottomed coat of red cloth laced with gold and the symbolic key hanging on its left-hand skirt.

This key made her especially merry and urged her to a wildly fanciful and extremely filthy discussion of it.

Laughing without cease and carried away by her irreverence for pomp and by the joy of debasing him in the official dignity of his costume, she shook him, pinched him, shouted, "Oh, get along with ye, Chamberlain!" and ended by an accompaniment of swinging kicks behind.