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Updated: June 23, 2025
And poor Bulbo was led to the scaffold, where an executioner with a block and a tremendous axe was always ready in case he should be wanted. But we must now revert to Giglio and Betsinda.
For a while little Betsinda was a great favourite with the Princess, and she danced, and sang, and made her little rhymes, to amuse her mistress. But then the Princess got a monkey, and afterwards a little dog, and afterwards a doll, and did not care for Betsinda any more, who became very melancholy and quiet, and sang no more funny songs, because nobody cared to hear her.
When poor Prince Bulbo, who was now madly in love with Betsinda, heard this declaration, when he saw the unmistakable glances which she flung upon Giglio, Bulbo began to cry bitterly, and tore quantities of hair out of his head, till it all covered the room like so much tow.
And Betsinda used to answer, 'The Princess is very well, thank you, my Lord. And Giglio would heave a sigh, and think, if Angelica were sick, I am sure I should not be very well.
"What," said the old woodman, "what is all this about a shoe and a cloak?" And Betsinda explained that she had been left, when quite a little child, at the town with this cloak and this shoe. And the persons who had taken care of her had had been angry with her, for no fault, she hoped, of her own. And they had sent her away with her old clothes and here, in fact, she was.
'Didst thou not tend me in my sickness, when all forsook me? continues Giglio. 'Did not thy gentle hand smooth my pillow, and bring me jelly and roast chicken? 'Yes, dear Prince, I did, says Betsinda, 'and I sewed Your Royal Highness's shirt-buttons on too, if you please, Your Royal Highness, cries this artless maiden.
"You beast!" says Gruffanuff. "Get out of my sight!" says the Queen. "Go away with you, do!" says the Princess. "Quit the premises!" says Gruffanuff. "Alas! and woe is me!" very lamentable events had occurred to Betsinda that morning, and all in consequence of that fatal warming-pan business of the previous night.
Whilst the Princess was having her masters, Betsinda would sit and watch them; and in this way she picked up a great deal of learning; for she was always awake, though her mistress was not, and listened to the wise professors when Angelica was yawning or thinking of the next ball.
'Yes, you and your bride your affianced love your Gruffy! says the Countess, with a languishing leer. 'YOU my bride! says Giglio. 'You, you hideous old woman! 'Oh, you you wretch! didn't you give me this paper promising marriage? cries Gruff. 'Get away, you old goose! I love Betsinda, and Betsinda only! And in a fit of terror he ran from her as quickly as he could.
My Royal father will approve our union; and, as for that little carroty-haired Angelica, I do not care a fig for her any more." "Go away, Your Royal Highness, and go to bed, please," said Betsinda, with the warming-pan. But Bulbo said, "No, never, till thou swearest to be mine, thou lovely, blushing chambermaid divine!
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