“Did you see anybody in town?” she asked.
“I saw Don Cipriano—and Doña Carlota, and my boys!”
“Oh, how nice for you! Are they quite well?”
“In excellent health, I believe.”
She laughed suddenly.
“You are still cross,” she said. “Is it about the monkeys still?”
“Señora,” he said, leaning forward, so that his black hair dropped a little on his brow, “in monkeydom, I don’t know who is prince. But in the kingdom of fools, I believe it is I.”
“Why?” she said.
And as he did not answer, she added:
“It must be a comfort to be a prince, even of fools.”