The Correspondent of the Court Journal
"I am now," said the King, "going to write an account of the battle by an eye-witness." And he picked up a fourth sheet of wall-paper. Almost at the same moment Buck strode quickly into the office. He had a bandage round his head.
"I was told," he said with his usual gruff civility, "that your Majesty was here."
"And of all things on earth," cried the King, with delight, "here is an eye-witness! An eye-witness who, I regret to observe, has at present only one eye to witness with. Can you write us the special article, Buck? Have you a rich style?"
Buck, with a self-restraint which almost approached politeness, took no notice whatever of the King's maddening geniality.
"I took the liberty, your Majesty," he said shortly, "of asking Mr. Barker to come here also."
As he spoke, indeed, Barker came swinging into the office, with his usual air of hurry.
"What is happening now?" asked Buck, turning to him with a kind of relief.
"Fighting still going on," said Barker. "The four hundred from West Kensington were hardly touched last night. They hardly got near the place. Poor Wilson's Bayswater
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