many people disapprove of the things they want to do.

Suddenly General Mettlich bent forward and placed a hand on the
old man's knee. "We shall do well, sire," he said gravely, "to
raise the boy at all."

There was a short silence, which the King broke. "What is new?"

"We have broken up the University meetings, but I fancy they go
on, in small groups. I was gratified, however, to observe that a
group of students cheered His Royal Highness yesterday as he rode
past the University buildings."

"Socialism at twenty," said the King, "is only a symptom of the
unrest of early adolescence. Even Hubert" - he glanced at the
picture - "was touched with it. He accused me, I recall, of
being merely an accident, a sort of stumbling-block in the way of
advanced thought!"

He smiled faintly. Then he sighed. "And the others?" he asked.

"The outlying districts are quiet. So, too, is the city. Too
quiet, sire."

"They are waiting, of course, for my death," said the King
quietly. "If only, you were twenty years younger than I am, it
would be better." He fixed the General with shrewd eyes. "What
do those asses of doctors say about me?"

"With care, sire - "