He showed the fencing-master how to fence, and the professional cricketer how to bowl, and instructed the rat-catcher in breeding terriers.

He set sums to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and assured the Astronomer Royal that the sun does not go round the earth--which, for my part, I believe it does.

The young ladies of the Court disliked dancing with him, in spite of his good looks, because he was always asking, "Have you read this ?" and "Have you read that ?"--and when they said they hadn't, he sneered; and when they said they _had_, he found them out.
He found out all his tutors and masters in the same horrid way; correcting the accent of his French teacher, and trying to get his German tutor not to eat peas with his knife.

He also endeavoured to teach the queen-dowager, his grandmother, an art with which she had long been perfectly familiar! In fact, he knew everything better than anybody else; and the worst of it was that he _did_: and he was never in the wrong, and he always said, "Didn't I tell you so ?" And, what was more, he _had_! As time went on, Prince Prigio had two younger brothers, whom everybody liked.

They were not a bit clever, but jolly.