and there he swooned oft-times

"That is a good piece of war correspondence,
Clarence; you are a first-rate newspaper man. Well
-- is the king all right?" Did he get well?"

"Poor soul, no. He is dead."

I was utterly stunned; it had not seemed to me that
any wound could be mortal to him.

"And the queen, Clarence?"

"She is a nun, in Almesbury."