The adventures of Prince Prigio and of his son, Prince Ricardo . is nothing % PRINCE PRIGIO. out of the way for a dream. Dr. Rumpfinoascribes it to imperfect nutrition. All this time the Lady Rosalind, as pale asa marble statue, was leaning against the side ofthe open window. The prince thought hecould do nothing wiser than go and comforther, so he induced her to sit down on a chair inthe balcony—for he felt that he was not wantedin the drawing-room—and soon they were talk-ing happily about the stars, which had begunto appear in the summer night. Meanwhile the ambassador had induced theking to
The adventures of Prince Prigio and of his son, Prince Ricardo . is nothing % PRINCE PRIGIO. out of the way for a dream. Dr. Rumpfinoascribes it to imperfect nutrition. All this time the Lady Rosalind, as pale asa marble statue, was leaning against the side ofthe open window. The prince thought hecould do nothing wiser than go and comforther, so he induced her to sit down on a chair inthe balcony—for he felt that he was not wantedin the drawing-room—and soon they were talk-ing happily about the stars, which had begunto appear in the summer night. Meanwhile the ambassador had induced theking to take a seat; but there was no use intalking to the queen. ^ It would be a miracle, she said to herself, and miracles do not happen; therefore this hasnot happened. Presently I shall wake up inmy own bed at Falkenstein. Now, Benson, William, and Thomas broughtin the coffee, but the queen took no they went away the rest of the companyslipped off quietly, and the king was left alonewith the ambassador; for tlie queen couldhardly be said to Her Majesty and I rose and went into the outer 77. PRINCE PRIGIO. 77 You want to know all about it, I suppose?said his majesty in a sulky voice, ^ Well, youhave a right to it, and I shall tell you. Wewere just sitting down to dinner at Falkenstein,rather late—hours get later every year, I think—when I heard a row in the premises, and thecaptain of the guard. Colonel McDougal, cameand told us that a man had airived with thehorns and tail of the Fired rake, and was claim-ing tlie reward. Her majesty and I rose andwent into the outer court, where we found, sit-ting on that carpet, with a glass of beer in hishand, a respectable-looking upper servant, whomI recognized as your butler. He informed usthat he had just killed the beast, and showedus the horns and tail, sure enough; there theyare! The tail is like the iron handle of apump, but the horns are genuine. A pair werethrown up by a volcano in my great-grand
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