One Court function is pretty much like another, Europe over. There is
the same sparkle of jewels and shimmer of silk on aristocratic woman;
the same clank of spur and rattle of sword and brilliancy of uniform on
official man.
Courtney had long ago become familiar with it all, and I in my details
and travels had seen enough to make me indifferently easy, at least.
We had tarried overtime with the King, and, so, were the last to reach
the Hall. At the door Cosgrove joined us and under his guidance we
made our way to the diplomatic line. Scarcely were we there when His
Majesty and the Princess Royal were announced and between the ranks of
bowing guests they passed to the throne. As Frederick stepped upon the
dais there arose spontaneously the shout, thrice repeated:
"Long live the King!"