He drew a breath and then expelled it again, and, at the same time stood up, withdrawing his eyes from my face. I think it was then for the first time that he put away his doubts; for I had got my wits back again and could talk reasonably. "Well," he said, "we had best be off at once, and see what they say." "Where to?" asked I. "Why to His Majesty's lodgings," he said. "I fetched him out to tell him. Did you not see me?" "His Majesty!" I cried. "Why yes; I thought it best. Else it would have meant your arrest, Mr. Mallock." * * * * * I must confess that my uneasiness came back--(which had left me just now)--as I went with the page to the King's lodgings, more especially when I saw again how the guards fell in behind us and followed us every step of the way. It was very well to say that I "should have been arrested" if such and such a thing had not happened: the truth was, I was already under arrest, as I should soon have found if I had attempted to run away. It seemed to me somewhat portentous too that His Majesty was so ready to see us, instead of mocking at the whole tale at once. Mr. Chiffinch said nothing to me as we went. I think he himself was fully convinced of my innocence--at least of any deliberate treachery--but not so convinced that others would be; and that he was considering how he should put my case. It was a sad humiliation for me--this trudging along like a schoolboy going to be whipped, with a couple of guards following to see that I did not evade it. We went straight upstairs, through the antechamber, and to the door of the private closet. I heard voices talking there--one of which cried to come in as the page knocked. Then we entered. I had thought to find His Majesty alone, or very nearly so; and I was astonished and disconcerted at the number of persons that were there. The King himself was seated beyond his great table, with the rest standing about him, five in number. On his right was Sir George Jeffreys in his rich suit, just as he had come from some entertainment, his handsome face flushed with wine, yet none the less full of wit and attention. The officer of the Green Cloth was on the other side--(it was this gentleman's business to deal with all cases, within his jurisdiction, that took their rise in Whitehall itself); and a couple of magistrates beside him, with neither of whom I had any acquaintance. An officer, whose face again was new to me--named Colonel Hoskyns--a truculent-looking fellow, in the dress of His Majesty's Lifeguards, stood very upright beside Sir George Jeffreys, with his hat in his hand. A sheaf of papers lay before the King on the table. I was even more disconcerted to see how His Majesty looked. An hour or two ago he had been smiling and gracious: now he wore a very stern look on his face; he made no sign of recognition as I came in after Mr. Chiffinch, but, so soon as the door was shut, spoke immediately to the page.