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Updated: June 8, 2025
June 1718. And he has allowed that Mademoiselle Rosalba "ce bel esprit" who can discourse upon the arts like a master, to paint his portrait: has painted hers in return! She holds a lapful of white roses with her two hands. Rosa Alba himself has inscribed it! It will be engraved, to circulate and perpetuate it the better.
So the marriage party drove up to the palace: the dignitaries got out of their carriages and stood aside: poor Rosalba stepped out of her coach, supported by Bulbo, and stood almost fainting up against the railings so as to have a last look of her dear Giglio.
"Of course I do," says Padella. "Do you acknowledge Rosalba as your rightful Queen, and give up the crown and all your treasures to your rightful mistress?" "If I must, I must," says Padella, who was naturally very sulky. By this time King Giglio's aides-de-camp had come up, whom his Majesty ordered to bind the prisoner.
At this news, half the courtiers ran off to pay their duty to the conquering chief, and the other half ran away, laying hands on all the best articles in the palace; and poor little Rosalba was left there quite alone quite alone: she toddled from one room to another, crying, "Countess! Duchess!" Tountess! Duttess!"
"What can have induced that hideous old Gruffanuff to dress herself up in such an absurd way? Did you ask her to be your bridesmaid, my dear?" says Giglio to Rosalba. "What a figure of fun Gruffy is!"
No light was let into it, otherwise the gaolers might have seen her and fallen in love with her, as an owl that lived up in the roof of the tower did, and a cat, you know, who can see in the dark, and having set its green eyes on Rosalba, never would be got to go back to the turnkey's wife to whom it belonged.
She wishes to be a Queen, and not a Queen Dowager, my gracious Lord! And hanging upon poor Giglio's arm, and leering and grinning in his face in the most disgusting manner, this old wretch tripped off in her white satin shoes, and jumped into the very carriage which had been got ready to convey Giglio and Rosalba to church.
"I am engaged to dance the next quadrille with her Majesty Queen Rosalba, and I hear the fiddles playing at this very moment." So Bulbo went back to the ball-room and the wretched Padella ate his solitary supper in silence and tears. All was now joy in King Giglio's circle. Dancing, feasting, fun, illuminations, and jollifications of all sorts ensued.
In Betsinda's little shoe was written, 'Hopkins, maker to the Royal Family'; so in the other shoe was written, 'Hopkins, maker to the Royal Family. In the inside of Betsinda's piece of cloak was embroidered, 'PRIN ROSAL'; in the other piece of cloak was embroidered 'CESS BA. NO. 246. So that when put together you read, 'PRINCESS ROSALBA. NO. 246.
'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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