“Hi think ’e looks like the King of Hengland.” After a brief pause, he added patronizingly, “though the hothers is well enough in their way.”
“I trust Your Highness does not find us deficient in etiquette,” said Mrs. Witherby. “My late husband’s mother once knew a London lady who had been to Court.”
“Oh mamma, I’m sure His Highness doesn’t care about etiquette, or he wouldn’t run away incog,” Corinne expostulated.
“Every Court has its rules of etiquette, my dear, and even royalty must conform to them.”
Corinne looked disappointed.
“Oh, does Your Highness have to do just so—as we do?”
He gave her an affectionate, whimsical glance, and said:
“Yes; but when I put on my crown and climb upon my throne, I write my own rules of Just So. And, what is more, I make everyone conform to them. It is not difficult. Because, when they once understand, they wish to conform; and no other rules will do for them at all.”
“They must be wonderful laws that people want to keep,” Mabel thought.
Rosamond, asking for more fairy tales, said: