Mourning dolphin network

walls there. By the light of a candle, I perceived, in a closet, a

little truckle-bed two feet and a half broad, on which lay a man

muffled up in a dressing-gown of coarse blue duffel: this was the

King, sweating and shivering under a wretched blanket there, in a

violent fit of fever. I made my reverence, and began the

acquaintance by feeling his pulse, as if I had been his chief

physician. The fit over, he dressed himself, and took his place at

table. Algarotti, Keyserling, Maupertuis, and the King's Envoy to