Then the king shook hands with Prigio in public, and thanked him, and said he was proud of him.

As to Lady Rosalind, the old gentleman quite fell in love with her, and he sent at once to the Chaplain Royal to get into his surplice, and marry all the young people off at once, without waiting for wedding-cakes, and milliners, and all the rest of it.
Now, just as they were forming a procession to march into church, who should appear but the queen! Her majesty had been travelling by post all the time, and, luckily, had heard of none of the doings since Prigio, Benson, and the king left Gluckstein.

I say _luckily_ because if she _had_ heard of them, she would not have believed a word of them.

But when she saw Alphonso and Enrico, she was much pleased, and said: {The Queen and her sons: p140.jpg} "Naughty boys! Where have you been hiding?
The king had some absurd story about your having been killed by a fabulous monster.

Bah! don't tell _me_.