Jean was introduced us to the Queen. This is my wife Desiree, Your Majesty. And this is my son Oscar.

I bowed to her. Her eyes looked straight through me. She smiled, but it wasnt a smile of pleasure. Then she held her hand out to me. I suppose she expected me to kiss it.

"My dear daughter Desiree, I welcome you," she said solemnly.

But there was no welcome in her look or in her voice. I touched her hand with the end of my cold nose. I didnt see why I should kiss it.

Then Jean introduced me to His Majesty King Charles the Thirteenth. The old man got up from his chair with difficulty. Jean held his arm and helped him to stand. His eyes were weak. Only a few white hairs remained on his pink head.

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