The Ambassador bowed, and put the wine to his lips.

The King grinned hideously and threw his wine into the face of one of the footmen.

The other guests kept the most profound gravity; but the Englishman, who had but lately come to Copenhagen, though a practised diplomatist, could not help giving some signs of astonishment.
The King immediately addressed him in French: 'Eh, mais, Monsieur l'Envoye d'Angleterre, qu'avez-vous done?
Pourquoi riez-vous?
Est-ce qu'il y'ait quelque chose qui vous ait diverti?
Faites-moi le plaisir de me l'indiquer.

J'aime beaucoup les ridicules.'" Parliament is up at last.

We official men are now left alone at the West End of London, and are making up for our long confinement in the mornings by feasting together at night.