Shortly after breakfast the next day the Court filled the body of the Hall of Audience, on the dais of which the King and Queen presently appeared and took their thrones, Prince Mirliflor and the members of the Royal Family being accommodated with lower seats on the same platform.
"Now, Prince Mirliflor," remarked Edna sweetly, "you have been given a night to consider the answer to my question. I hope you have found it?"
The Prince was about to confess his utter inability to do so, when, to his extreme annoyance, he found that the Baron, who had stationed himself behind his chair, was whispering discreetly into his ear. "Will you be kind enough to leave me alone, Baron?" he said in a savage undertone. "I"ve told you already that I don"t desire any interference in my affairs. Oblige me by holding your tongue!"
"Certainly, your Royal Highness," said the Baron obsequiously, "your wishes shall be obeyed.... His Royal Highness, Madam," he said aloud, "begs me to make his excuses. He feels too much agitated to speak for himself, but instructs me to say that he believes the reason why the sausage rolled was because it had seen the jam pasty. And," he added confidently, "your Royal Highness will, I am sure, be gracious enough to admit that Prince Mirliflor has answered her question with absolute correctness."
Mirliflor"s attempts to deny that he had offered any solution whatever were unheard in the tumult of acclamation which followed the Court Chamberlain"s announcement.
"He _hasn"t_ given the correct answer!" declared Edna, as soon as silence could be obtained. "He ought to have said "the jam _turnover_"--not the "jam _pasty_"!"
"Oh, come, my dear!" said her father. "That"s splitting hairs, you know.
He was near enough. What"s the difference?"
"None that _I_ can see," p.r.o.nounced the Queen. "Both are pastry, and both contain jam. Yes, Prince Mirliflor, you have won the dear child, as I"m sure you richly deserved to!"
"How _can_ you say that, Mother?" cried Edna, scarlet with vexation.
"When his answer utterly missed the point? And, anyhow, it was given by proxy, so it doesn"t count!"
"H"m--ha!" said King Sydney, "that"s rather a ticklish question! What do _you_ think, my love?" and he consulted the Queen in undertones for a minute or two. "Well," he announced presently, "her Majesty and myself both consider that the Prince"s answer should be adjudged correct, and that its having been given by proxy is--ah--no disqualification whatever. Still, to avoid all appearance of favouritism, we propose to refer the case to the final decision of our Council."
"I say!" protested Clarence in a horrified whisper, "you"re never going to leave it to those old pumps?"
"It"s quite safe, my boy," said the King. "_They_ won"t give it against him!"
So, after the Councillors had filed out to deliberate, Clarence devoted himself to keeping up Mirliflor"s spirits, though the latter could not be induced to see that he had no cause for uneasiness.
But King Sidney had not been mistaken in his prediction; after a short absence the Councillors filed in again and reported that they were unanimously of opinion that Prince Mirliflor had succeeded.
"There, my dear," said the King to the Princess Royal, as soon as the shouts of joy had quieted down, "you"ve got the Council"s decision. Give the Prince your hand, and let"s have no more bother about it."
"I won"t!" declared Edna, losing all self-control in her rage and disappointment. "He hasn"t won me fairly. I"ve been tricked into this, and it"s all the Court G.o.dmother"s doing!"
No accusation could well be more unjust, but it was difficult for the Fairy to disprove it without declaring that she had done her utmost to hinder the match--and this would have been impolitic just then.
"_My_ doing, forsooth!" she repeated. "If you really believe that, you were never more mistaken in your life!"
"Oh no, I"m not mistaken!" said Edna. "It was _you_ who suggested my asking the riddles--and you were the only person I told the answer. If you did not tell him, I should like to know who _did_!"
"May I remind you, Princess," said Mirliflor, "that the answer was not made by me?"
"You let the Baron answer for you, which is just as bad!" retorted Edna.
"And I absolutely refuse to be trapped and cheated into marrying anybody!"
"_My_ conscience at least is clear," he said. "But I am to understand that you decline to marry me, Princess--is that so?"
"Certainly I do. Nothing would induce me to accept you after this! I don"t care what Father and Mother or the Council or anyone says!
When--if--I marry I intend to choose for myself. And you are about the last person, Prince Mirliflor, I should ever dream of choosing!"
"I am desolated to hear it, Princess," he replied, with admirable patience and resignation. "But since I have the misfortune to be so obnoxious to you, the only service I can render you now is to relieve you of my presence as soon as possible."
Queen Selina implored him to stay to lunch, and even held out hopes that Edna might relent in time--but all her entreaties were in vain. To her infinite chagrin and the general lamentation, he insisted on leaving the Palace within an hour. He said no farewell to his G.o.dmother, who for her part was glad to escape a private interview with him, but he took his leave of his host and hostess with all due outward courtesy, though inwardly fuming with rage and impatience to quit a place where he considered he had been so wantonly insulted.
Count von Rubenfresser must have got wind from some quarter of the Prince"s discomfiture, for on the very next day he turned up at the Palace about lunch time, according to his previous habit, and Queen Selina, though far from delighted at his appearance, could hardly avoid inviting him to remain. His manner at table was considerably more a.s.sured, and his appet.i.te, if anything, heartier than usual, but even so he seemed, to all but Princess Edna, an indifferent subst.i.tute for the Prince whose departure they were still mourning.
Edna, however, seemed to make a point of treating him with marked favour, so much so that, when lunch was over and the Royal Family had removed to the Terrace, it was rather with disgust than surprise that they discovered that the Princess Royal and the Count had stolen off together to a secluded part of the gardens.
Whether _amour propre_ had incited her to make a special effort to overcome his hesitation, or absence and jealousy had quickened his somewhat lagging ardour, none could say with any certainty, but when they eventually re-appeared, Queen Selina observed with positive horror that they were walking hand-in-hand.
"It"s quite all right, Mother," said Edna, as they came within speaking distance; "Ruprecht and I are engaged."
"Engaged!" spluttered King Sidney. "You"ve got to get your Mother"s consent for that, you know. And we couldn"t hear of it. Not for a moment! Eh, my love?"
"Of course not!" said the Queen. "Entirely out of the question!"
"We expected this," remarked Edna calmly. "But no amount of opposition will make the slightest difference to _us_--will it, Ruprecht?"
"Not the slightest," he replied. "At least--to ME."
"But think, my dear, only _think_!" the distressed Queen entreated Edna.
"After you"ve just made us all so unpopular by refusing a Prince, you simply _can"t_ go and engage yourself to some one whose position is so far beneath your own!"
"Ruprecht is above me in every sense," said Edna; "and because I"m a Princess by no wish of mine is no reason why I should sacrifice myself for reasons of state. I utterly and entirely deny that any parents, no matter what their position in life, have the right nowadays to dictate to their children whom they should marry or not marry. Of course, I would rather you were sensible enough to recognise our engagement, but if you aren"t, I shall simply marry Ruprecht just the same."
Queen Selina reflected. If she refused consent, it would only end in a still worse situation. And, after all, she would have been proud enough in her Gablehurst days to be able to announce her daughter"s engagement to a real Count with a fine and ancient castle.
"Well," she said, "if it"s understood that there must be no thought of marriage for at least a year----"
"Oh, Ruprecht will wait a year for me--won"t you, Ruprecht? But the engagement must be proclaimed at once--we insist on _that_. And now you may kiss Mother, Ruprecht, and tell her that you already look on yourself as her son."
The Count stooped to give his prospective Mother-in-law an amateurish embrace, while Ruby fled, fearing that her own turn would come next.
"Good Lord, Edna!" said Clarence, drawing her aside, "have you gone dotty or what? To go and chuck a real good sort like Mirliflor, and then take this overgrown bounder--it beats me what you can see in the beggar!"
"I see a man, Clarence, whom I feel I can really look up to."
"You"ll have the devil of a way to look up, if he goes on growing much longer. He"s shot up lately like a bally beanstalk!"
"You are jealous because he makes you feel so small. I glory in his being so big. He is just my idea of a superman!"
"Strike out "man" and subst.i.tute "swine"!" said Clarence, "and I"m with you!"
"There"s no need to descend to vulgarity, Clarence. And it seems a pity you should be so prejudiced against him when he is only anxious to prove the affection he feels for _you_!"
"Oh, _is_ he? Well, if he comes pawing me about, he"ll find out what _my_ sentiments are!"
"I should advise you to be civil to him--for your own sake," said Edna coldly, "because he"s rather a powerful person."
Queen Selina had no option but to inform the Court of the engagement without delay, and the general consternation it caused could only find expression in chilling silence.