'My dear, when you go out of a room, how often have I told you, SHUT THE DOOR.That's a darling.That's all.' At last the keys and the desk and the spectacles were got, and the King mended his pen, and signed his name to a reprieve, and Angelica ran with it as swift as the wind.'You'd better stay, my love, and finish the muffins.There's no use going.Be sure it's too late.Hand me over that raspberry jam, please,' said the Monarch.'Bong! Bawong! There goes the half-hour.I knew it was.'
Angelica ran, and ran, and ran, and ran.She ran up Fore Street, and down High Street, and through the Market-place, and down to the left, and over the bridge, and up the blind alley, and back again, and round by the Castle, and so along by the Haberdasher's on the right, opposite the lamp-post, and round the square, and she came--she came to the EXECUTION PLACE, where she saw Bulbo laying his head on the block!!! The executioner raised his axe, but at that moment the Princess came panting up and cried 'Reprieve!' 'Reprieve!' screamed the Princess.'Reprieve!'
shouted all the people.Up the scaffold stairs she sprang, with the agility of a lighter of lamps; and flinging herself in Bulbo's arms, regardless of all ceremony, she cried out, 'Oh, my Prince! my lord! my love! my Bulbo! Thine Angelica has been in time to save thy precious existence, sweet rosebud; to prevent thy being nipped in thy young bloom! Had aught befallen thee, Angelica too had died, and welcomed death that joined her to her Bulbo.'
'H'm! there's no accounting for tastes,' said Bulbo, looking so very much puzzled and uncomfortable that the Princess, in tones of tenderest strain, asked the cause of his disquiet.
'I tell you what it is, Angelica,' said he, 'since I came here yesterday, there has been such a row, and disturbance, and quarrelling, and fighting, and chopping of heads off, and the deuce to pay, that I am inclined to go back to Crim Tartary.'
'But with me as thy bride, my Bulbo! Though wherever thou art is Crim Tartary to me, my bold, my beautiful, my Bulbo!'
'Well, well, I suppose we must be married,' says Bulbo.'Doctor, you came to read the Funeral Service--read the Marriage Service, will you? What must be, must.That will satisfy Angelica, and then, in the name of peace and quietness, do let us go back to breakfast.'
Bulbo had carried a rose in his mouth all the time of the dismal ceremony.It was a fairy rose, and he was told by his mother that he ought never to part with it.So he had kept it between his teeth, even when he laid his poor head upon the block, hoping vaguely that some chance would turn up in his favour.As he began to speak to Angelica, he forgot about the rose, and of course it dropped out of his mouth.The romantic Princess instantly stooped and seized it.'Sweet rose!' she exclaimed, 'that bloomed upon my Bulbo's lip, never, never will I part from thee!' and she placed it in her bosom.And you know Bulbo COULDN'T ask her to give the rose back again.And they went to breakfast; and as they walked, it appeared to Bulbo that Angelica became more exquisitely lovely every moment.
He was frantic until they were married; and now, strange to say, it was Angelica who didn't care about him! He knelt down, he kissed her hand, he prayed and begged; he cried with admiration;while she for her part said she really thought they might wait;it seemed to her he was not handsome any more--no, not at all, quite the reverse; and not clever, no, very stupid; and not well bred, like Giglio; no, on the contrary, dreadfully vul--What, I cannot say, for King Valoroso roared out 'POOH, stuff!'
in a terrible voice.'We will have no more of this shilly-shallying! Call the Archbishop, and let the Prince and Princess be married offhand!'
So, married they were, and I am sure for my part I trust they will be happy.