"M. Paoli."
"Sir?"
"Do you know the tune of the Maschich?"
"Upon my word, I can't say I do, Sir!"
"Or of Viens, Poupoule?"
"No, Sir."
"Why, then you know nothing. Paoli ... you're a disgrace!"
Thereupon, half-opening the door of the confectioner's shop where Princess Ena was making a leisurely selection of cakes, he began to hum the famous air of Viens, Poupoule!
It will readily be imagined that the protection of the King was not always an easy matter. True, it was understood that I should invariably be told beforehand of the programme of the day; but the plans would be changed an hour later; and, when the young couple had once set out at random, nothing was more difficult than to catch them up.
I remember one morning when the King informed me that he did not intend to go out that day. I thereupon determined to give myself a few hours' rest. I had returned to my hotel and was beginning to enjoy the unaccustomed sense of repose when the telephone bell rang: