But a boy who stood near the door watched all with no amusement in his face.  He stood erect, grave, watching with his serious untroubled childish eyes the great things that were passing before him.  A bright, eager boy, whose brown hands one would think fitter to hold a top than to caress the hilt of his new sword; a boy young enough to be proud of his position, proud of his soldier's dress; to whom life was a very interesting but a very simple matter.  He looked with a child's awe at the two men in the window, and they were worthy of his gaze.  The slender, slightly bowed figure in the velvet coat and blue ribbon, with soft curls that flowed from beneath a plumed hat, the sad eyes, the regular features only marred by a look of weakness and almost peevishness about the mouth; the boy had seen them all often enough in pictures, but to-day he stood for the first time in the presence of a king, of King Charles the First of England.