CHAPTER XIV.
_The King Explains_.
The first who recovered his voice and presence of mind was Benson.
"Did your lordship ring for coffee ?" he asked, quietly; and when he was told "Yes," he bowed and withdrew, with majestic composure.
When he had gone, the prince threw himself at the king's feet, crying: "Pardon, pardon, my liege!" "Don't speak to me, sir!" answered the king, very angrily; and the poor prince threw himself at the feet of the queen.
But she took no notice of him whatever, no more than if he had been a fairy; and the prince heard her murmur, as she pinched her royal arms: "I shall waken presently; this is nothing out of the way for a dream.

Dr.
Rumpfino ascribes it to imperfect nutrition." All this time, the Lady Rosalind, as pale as a marble statue, was leaning against the side of the open window.

The prince thought he could do nothing wiser than go and comfort her, so he induced her to sit down on a chair in the balcony,--for he felt that he was not wanted in the drawing- room;--and soon they were talking happily about the stars, which had begun to appear in the summer night.
Meanwhile, the ambassador had induced the king to take a seat; but there was no use in talking to the queen.
"It would be a miracle," she said to herself, "and miracles do not happen; therefore this has not happened.

Presently, I shall wake up in my own bed at Falkenstein." Now, Benson, William, and Thomas brought in the coffee, but the queen took no notice.

When they went away, the rest of the company slipped off quietly, and the king was left alone with the ambassador; for the queen could hardly be said to count.
{The King and Queen: p99.jpg} "You want to know all about it, I suppose ?" said his majesty, in a sulky voice.