"Ah boo!" was his remark to me, and he pointed with his small finger. Following the direction of the tiny finger, I saw a fly sailing slowly through space.  Between King Roy and that fly there was doubtless some untold sympathy.  As though attracted by his admiration it came nearer. Yes, he must have been giving it some message, for he babbled more sweetly than before.  The fly sailed away; it looked important with big tidings, as it went higher into the blue, and the little group of three turning Hyde Park Corner disappeared from my sight.