Lovedaythenpassedontotheharbour，whereheremainedawhile，lookingatthebusysceneofloadingandunloadingcraftandswabbingthedecksofyachts；attheboatsandbargesrubbingagainstthequaywall，andatthehousesofthemerchants，someancientstructuresofsolidstone，othersgreen-shutteredwithheavywoodenbow-windowswhichappearedasifabouttodropintotheharbourbytheirownweight。Allthesethingshegazedupon，andthoughtofonething——thathehadcausedgreatmiserytohisbrotherJohn。
Thetownclockstruck，andBobretracedhisstepstillheagainapproachedtheEsplanadeandGloucesterLodge，wherethemorningsunblazedinuponthehousefronts，andnotaspotofshadeseemedtobeattainable。Ahuzzaingattractedhisattention，andheobservedthatanumberofpeoplehadgatheredbeforetheKing’sresidence，whereabrowncurriclehadstopped，outofwhichsteppedahalemanintheprimeoflife，wearingablueuniform，giltepaulettes，cockedhat，andsword，whocrossedthepavementandwentin。Bobwentupandjoinedthegroup。’What’sgoingon？’hesaid。
’CaptainHardy，’repliedabystander。
’Whatofhim？’
’Justgonein——waitingtoseetheKing。’