I was boiling. I had forgotten I was a plebeian, I was remembering I was a man. Cost what it might, I would mount that rostrum and— Click! the king and I were handcuffed together! Our companions, those servants, had done it; my lord Grip stood looking on. The king burst out in a fury, and said: "What meaneth this ill-mannered jest?" My lord merely said to his head miscreant, coolly: "Put up the slaves and sell them!"
