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All his talk and his eyes were for Countess Gruffanuff, who you may be sure was pleased with Giglio's attentions the vain old creature! When he was not complimenting her, he was making fun of Prince Bulbo, so loud that Gruffanuff was always tapping him with her fan, and saying 'Oh, you satirical Prince! Oh, fie, the Prince will hear! 'Well, I don't mind, says Giglio, louder still.
YOU dare to kneel down at Princess Giglio's knees and kiss her hand!" "She's not Princess Giglio!" roars out Bulbo. "She shall be Princess Bulbo, no other shall be Princess Bulbo." "You are engaged to my cousin!" bellows out Giglio. "I hate your cousin," says Bulbo. "You shall give me satisfaction for insulting her!" cries Giglio in a fury. "I'll have your life." "I'll run you through."
A splendid luncheon was served to the Royal party, of which the Archbishop, the Chancellor, Duke Hedzoff, Countess Gruffanuff, and all our friends partook, the Fairy Blackstick being seated on the left of King Giglio, with Bulbo and Angelica beside her. You could hear the joy-bells ringing in the capital, and the guns which the citizens were firing off in honour of their Majesties.
King Valoroso also sent Sir Tomaso his Order of the Cucumber, besides a handsome order for money, for he painted the King, Queen, and principal nobility while at Blombodinga, and became all the fashion, to the perfect rage of all the artists in Paflagonia, where the King used to point to the portrait of Prince Bulbo, which Sir Tomaso had left behind him, and say "Which among you can paint a picture like that?"
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!
"So am I," said Bulbo; "and YOU KNOW WHY." Captain Hedzoff here came up. "Sire, it is half-past eight: shall we proceed with the execution?" "Execution! what for?" asked Bulbo. "An officer only knows his orders," replied Captain Hedzoff, showing his warrant: on which his Majesty King Giglio smilingly said Prince Bulbo was reprieved this time, and most graciously invited him to breakfast.
He only said that he had twenty sons as good as Bulbo, and forthwith he bade the ruthless executioners proceed." "O cruel father O unhappy son!" cried the King. "Go, some of you, and bring Prince Bulbo hither." Bulbo was brought in chains, looking very uncomfortable.
The gaoler's wife sent him tea, and the turnkey's daughter begged him to write his name in her album, where a many gentlemen had written it on like occasions! "Bother your album!" says Bulbo. The Undertaker came and measured him for the handsomest coffin which money could buy: even this didn't console Bulbo.
If I'm fast, why, there is just the possibility of saving Prince Bulbo. It's a doosid awkward mistake, and upon my word, Hedzoff, I have the greatest mind to have you hanged too. 'Sire, I did but my duty; a soldier has but his orders. I didn't expect after forty-seven years of faithful service that my sovereign would think of putting me to a felon's death! 'A hundred thousand plagues upon you!
'Oh, you darling old beast, oh, how glad I am to see you, and the dear, dear Bets that is, Rosalba. 'What, is it you? poor Bulbo! said the Queen. Oh, how glad I am to see you, and she gave him her hand to kiss. King Giglio slapped him most kindly on the back, and said, 'Bulbo, my boy, I am delighted, for your sake, that Her Majesty has arrived.
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