And fails to bring the Princess Ida here—
To whom our son Hilarion was betrothed
At the extremely early age of one—
There’s war between King Gama and ourself.
(Aside to Cyril) Oh Cyril, how I dread this interview!
It’s twenty years since he and I have met.
He was a twisted monster—all awry,
As though Dame Nature, angry with her work,
Had crumbled it in fitful petulance!
Cyril. But, sir, a twisted and ungainly trunk,