We had just spread these on a table in front of the clay model of Michael and Satan, when Wood's marble-cutter rushed in to announce the King and Queen of Naples.
Wood hastily threw a green curtain over the dishes, while P — and I retreated to the further end of the room.
The Queen of Naples is a fine-looking and spirited person, still quite young, and talks English well.
She conversed with Wood and asked him a number of questions about his group, and also about the stag-hound, Eric, that was standing sentinel.
The King said almost nothing, and moving about as if he knew not what to do with himself, finally backed up against the table where our lunch was covered by the green cloth.
I think he had an idea of sitting down on it, but the dishes set up such a clatter that he beat a hasty retreat.
The King did not move a muscle of his countenance, but the Queen looked around and said something to him in Italian, laughing pleasantly.
She is said to be friendly to Americans