A few minutes later, his grand-uncle, the Prime Minister, was carrying him down the corridor; Prince Robin was perched upon the old man's shoulder, and was a thoughtful mood.
"Say, Uncle Caspar, Mr. King's all right, isn't he?"
"He is a very brave and noble gentleman, Bobby. We owe to his valour the life of the best boy in all the world."
"Yes, and Aunt Loraine owes him a lot, too. She says so. She's been crying, Uncle Caspar. Say, has she just got to marry Count Vos Engo?"
"My boy, what put that question into your mind?"
"She says she has to. I thought only princes and princesses had to marry people they don't want to."
"You should not believe all that you hear."
Bobby was silent for twenty steps. Then he said: "Well, I think she'll make an awful mistake if she lets Mr. King get away."
"My boy, we have other affairs to trouble us at present without taking up the affairs of Miss Tullis."
"Well, he saved her life, just like they do in story books," protested the Prince.