"Ah, Herr Chaplain," he said, "you come in a good hour. This then is the angel-child. They will console each other."
And, picking up the monkey as he passed, he left the room by another door.
III.
When the Prince was gone the Maestro gathered up some music and turned to his pupil, who was drying her eyes and looking somewhat curiously at the boy through her tears.
"Well, Signorina," he said, "you truly sang that very well. If you could bring some of that 'timbre' into your voice always, you would indeed be a singer. But you are too light, too 'frivole.' I wish we could have a canary always who would die;" and, bowing very slightly to the Chaplain, he left the room.
Then the Chaplain looked kindly at the young people.
"Fräulein," he said, "this is the young tutor to the little serene Highnesses, I will leave you together, as the Prince wished."
When they were alone the boy felt very uncomfortable. He was very shy. This perhaps was as well, for there was no shyness at all on the part of his companion.
"So," she said, looking at him with a smile, and eyes that were again bright, "you are the new toy. I have heard of you. You are a wonderful holy child; what they call 'pious' in this country. How very funny! come and give me a kiss."