"Oh yes: We know many sailors:" the Pope responded.
"Are they English?" The question possessed importance. His Royal Highness evidently was by way of verifying certain information.
"Most of them are English."
"My father says that all good sailors are English, or like English."
"And are you a good sailor?" The Pope switched the argument away from the Majesty of Italy, for reasons.
"But yes, I am very good this morning. But I always am a sailor—even when I am—not quite good;" the candid baby said with a little hesitation.
"Do you like being 'not quite good'?"
"Oh but yes—I should say, sometimes. I think I like it then: but not now. No—I do not like being 'not quite good.'" He settled the matter like that; and nobly lifted himself upon it.
"Won't you try to be a good sailor?" (Hadrian hated Himself for preaching. But such a chance! To make a white mark on the heir to a throne!)