Here he put on the wishing-cap; wished for a pint of champagne, a hot bath, and his best black velvet and diamond suit.

In a moment these were provided; he bathed, dressed, drank a glass of wine, packed up the head and tail of the Firedrake, sat down on the flying carpet, and knocked at the door of the English ambassador as the clocks were striking eight in Gluckstein.
_Punctuality is the politeness of princes_! and a prince _is_ polite, when he is in love! The prince was received at the door by a stout porter and led into the hall, where _several_ butlers met him, and he laid the mortal remains of the Firedrake under the cover of the flying carpet.
Then he was led upstairs; and he made his bow to the pretty lady, who, of course, made him a magnificent courtesy.

She seemed prettier and kinder than ever.

The prince was so happy, that he never noticed how something went wrong about the dinner.

The ambassador looked about, and seemed to miss someone, and spoke in a low voice to one of the servants, who answered also in a low voice, and what he said seemed to displease the ambassador.