Andrew Forbes made an angry gesture, but laughed it off.
“Well, the Prince’s pages are expected to look well,” he said.
“You always look well without. But I wish you wouldn’t do that sort of thing; it makes you seem so girlish.”
There was another angry gesture.
“I can’t help my looks.”
“There, now, you’re put out again.”
“No, not a bit,” said the youth hastily. “I say, though, you don’t think much of the King, do you?”
“Oh yes,” said Frank thoughtfully; “of course.”
“Why?”
“Why? Well, because he’s the King, of course. Don’t you?”