“You have beautiful nails, child,” said Babette, the instant she took Marie-Celeste’s extended hands in hers; and this compliment from so high and experienced an authority made Marie-Celeste at once feel repaid for all the dainty care her mother had always insisted upon. At last the little toilettes were completed, even to the reformation of Albert’s curls around an ivory curling stick; and with embroidered dress and well-starched kilt none the worse for the decorous experiences of the morning, they emerged from the little boudoir as “spick and span” as from the depths of the traditional bandbox. Luncheon being served, they found a most imposing17 butler awaiting them in the hallway, and therefore were obliged, but with evident reluctance18, to turn their backs on Ainslee. When they reached the dining-room, Miss Belmore was already seated at the table, ready to receive them; but as places were set for only three, two little hearts were again doomed19 to disappointment, for two little minds, without any sort of consultation20, had separately arrived at the conclusion that all that elaborate preparation could certainly mean nothing less than luncheon with Her Majesty21 in person. Otherwise it is to be doubted if they would have put up half so civilly with the uncompromising treatment they had received at Babette’s hands. Their disappointment, however, could not long hold out against the odds22 of their immediate23 surroundings. The butlers—for there were two of them—could not have seemed more anxious to please or more obsequious24 to a veritable little prince and princess; the luncheon was delicious, and no one could possibly have been more kind and friendly than Miss Bel-more. Therefore it happened that to their own surprise they became almost at once at their ease, and Albert chattered25 away in such a cunning, irresistible26 fashion that the royal dining-room rang with the merriest peals27 of laughter.
“And—and now,” said Albert, when the luncheon at last was concluded, and having clearly in mind the talk about the little Queen that was to follow, “where sail we find de old lady?”
“We shall find her in the sitting-room28, Albert,” said Miss Bel-more, her kind gray eyes dancing with the amusement which she was making such an effort to conceal29. So it was quite plain that these little uninvited visitors to Windsor Castle were mistaking Her Majesty for Her Majesty’s mother! She wondered for the moment if she ought not to tell them of their absurd mistake; and yet no—she hardly had the right to do that either; for had not a little conference with Her Majesty resulted in the conclusion that they would not disillusionize their little guests if they could help it? If possible they should leave the Castle as they entered it—the Queen of England still the dream-queen of their imagination, regal and stately always, and perennially30 arrayed in crown, ermine and jewels, and all the royal insignia of her office. They, at any rate, would not be the ones to acquaint them with the fact that even queens sometimes grow to be grandmothers, taking more comfort in rocking-chairs than thrones, vastly preferring lace caps to crowns, and behaving in general like other dear grandmothers the world over. And, in the mean time, what a pleasure to talk familiarly with these same bright little visitors, who more likely than not would have retired32 into speechless embarrassment33 had anyone ventured the announcement that the great Queen of England was none other than the friendly “old lady” with whom they were taking all the liberties of commonplace, every-day acquaintance! And so, happily, no doubt, for their ease of mind, no one felt called upon to make the announcement.
“Have you been here ever since?” asked Albert, the moment they reached the sitting-room and descried34 the Queen in the same chair in which they had left her.
“Ever since,” answered Her Majesty.
“And haven’t you had any luncheon?” in a tone of real concern, and going close to her side, so that he leaned against her knee.
“Oh, yes, I have had my luncheon served right here, to save me the trouble of moving; and now I am ready and waiting to have our talk about little Isabel de Valois.”
“Did these belong to her?” asked Marie-Celeste, standing in open-eyed wonder before a mosaic35 table, which had been cleared to make room for a quaint31 collection of foreign-looking, childish possessions—a mandolin, a well-worn little missal, a remarkable37 doll, a necklace or two, numerous little childish trinkets, and thrown over a chair, standing close to the table, a little gown of white silk and exquisite38 embroidery39, yellow and limp with age, but none the less dainty and lovely.
“Yes, all of them,” answered the Queen, keenly enjoying the child’s undisguised pleasure.
Albert, who preferred that everything should be done decently and in order, placed a chair for Marie-Celeste on the other side of the Queen’s little table, and then seated himself on the gilded40 sofa beside Miss Belmore, in such a comfortable, snuggling-up way that Miss Belmore had to put one arm right round him and give him a sound little kiss by way of punishment, which Albert was courteous41 enough not to resent, notwithstanding he considered that sort of treatment somewhat humiliating for a boy of four.
“Now tome, please, Marie-Celeste,” he pleaded; “let’s hear about de tings before we look at dem and Marie-Celeste, feeling that they were all waiting for her, reluctantly did as she was bid, and dropped into the chair Albert had placed for her.
“And now,” said Albert modestly, considering himself master of ceremonies, “please have Marie-Celeste tell what she knows first,” for the suspicious little reprobate42 was keenly anxious to put her boasted knowledge to the test.
“Yes, I should love to hear the story as she has heard it,” answered the Queen. “Will you tell it to us, Marie-Celeste?” And Marie-Celeste, nothing loath43, and willing at last to substantiate44 her claims in the ears of doubting Albert, rested a hand comfortably on either arm of her chair, and commenced, preceding her narration45 with the request, “You will correct me, won’t you, if you find I do not tell it right?” to which Her Majesty smilingly acceded46, first asking Miss Belmore to hand her a little jewelled miniature case from among the other treasures on the table.
“Well, this little queen,” began Marie-Celeste, “was the child of a French king, and she was born in the Louvre, the King’s palace in Paris, and she was born in a very troubled time—such a troubled time, that her father, the King, went crazy; and then the little Isabel spent most of her time in the Hotel de St. Pol, on the Seine, that belonged to one of her father’s ambassadors.”
“I wonder that you remember such a queer name as St. Pol and such a long word as ambassadors,” said Miss Belmore incredulously.
“Oh, I have tried very hard to remember all the names, because you can’t tell the story very clearly without them. Besides, I wrote them all down in my journal one day on the steamer, and because I was coming here to Windsor to-day, I read them over only last night.”
“You haven’t tol’ us de name of de king den,” said Albert.
“The king was Charles the Sixth of France,” explained the Queen, who was not going to have her little story-teller disconcerted if she could help it; but Marie-Celeste confessed with perfect honesty, “I am afraid I had forgotten that name;” and Albert felt ashamed of himself, and confided47 in a whisper to Miss Belmore “dat he dessed he wouldn’t be so mean aden.”
“Well,” continued Marie-Celeste, pausing thoughtfully a moment to think out the order of the story, “at that time and all the time in those days there was war between France and England, and the French wanted to have peace; and so the ambassador, St. Pol, who had married the sister of King Richard in England, went to Richard and told him if he would sign a truce48 with France Charles would give him his daughter Isabel for his queen, and with a larger dowry than was ever given to a royal bride.” (Albert was becoming too deeply impressed with the extent of Marie-Celeste’s knowledge to venture the question as to what a dowry might be.) “And King Richard agreed to that; but it must just have been because he thought it would be a wise thing to do, for Isabel was only eight years old, and it would be so many years before she could really reign36 as a queen at all. But that’s the way with kings and queens; they always have to do the things that’s wise, no matter how they may feel about it, don’t they?” for Marie-Celeste, to whom even the motives49 of royal conduct were of deepest interest, felt one could hardly ask for a more reliable source of information than the Queen’s own mother.
“It is certainly true,” said Her Majesty a little gravely, “that the rulers of a great country like England have often to set aside their own preferences; but these are better times than those in which the little Isabel lived, and the idea of a king marrying a little girl of eight, no matter for what reason, would hardly be tolerated now, you know.”
“Oh, is that so?” with a look of real surprise, for Marie-Celeste’s idea of royalty had come to her largely through her knowledge of the little Isabel; and her childish mind did not readily lend itself to the thought that royalty, as well as everything else in the world, was subject to change and possible improvement. Indeed, she did not care to realize anything of the sort, choosing, rather, to think of the Windsor of Isabel’s time as much the same as the Windsor of Victoria’s, and she would have been not a little grieved and surprised had any one insisted on pointing out to her in how many, many ways the old differed from the new.
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“But the beauty of it was,” she continued, after meditating50 a moment over the Queen’s answer, “that little Isabel was really a darling, and that the King called her ‘his dear little sister,’ and really loved her; because sometimes kings and queens do not love each other at all.”
“And sometimes they do and Her Majesty spoke51 so seriously, and with such a depth of earnestness, that Marie-Celeste, and Albert too, for that matter, looked up at her in wondering silence.
“But go on with the story, dear,” the Queen added; “we shall make but slow progress if we allow too many interruptions.”
“Well, it wasn’t a bit strange that the King loved her, for even the King’s men who were sent to bring her to England thought she was perfectly52 lovely, and indeed she was a most unusual little girl. They say that her father was very foolish, but good, and that her mother was wicked, but clever, and that the little Isabel was like her father for goodness and her mother for cleverness. And they say, too, that she was never twice alike; that sometimes she was grave and sedate53 as could be, and sometimes she was full of fun and frolic, but always so sweet and good and innocent that she was like a bright little star in those dark times, for there was war between England and France, and they say only the children can be light-hearted in war time.”
“Have you any idea, Marie-Celeste, how this little Isabel looked?” asked the Queen, keeping the little jewelled case close covered in her hand.
“Oh, yes; I think I know exactly. She was fair, but her eyes were black, with dark lashes54 curling over them, for her grandmother was an Italian, you know; and her head was put on her shoulders in a pretty sort of way, and she had a cunning, sweet look on her face that just made people love her.”
“Would you like to see her picture?” and the Queen, attempting to open the case she held in her hand, both the children were instantly bending over it.
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“Se looks jus’ as Marie-Celeste said,” remarked Albert proudly, his sceptical spirit of the morning wholly transformed into one of profound admiration; and Marie-Celeste, asking that she might hold the case in her own hand, and gazing entranced upon the dear little face looking out at her, said joyfully55, “Yes, she does look as I said, doesn’t she?” Then she reverently57 laid the miniature back upon the Queen’s lap, as though counting it quite too precious to be long out of royal keeping. “It seems to me now I can just see,” she said, gazing fondly down at the picture where it lay, “the way she looked that day when the King’s men went to bring her to England. One of them dropped on one knee and said, 'Madame, if God pleases, you shall be our Queen and lady;’ and then she made a little courtesy like this, and answered without a word from anybody, ‘Sir, if it please God and my lord and father, I shall be most happy, for I am told the Queen of England is a very great lady.’”
Nothing could have been prettier than the wholly unconscious way in which Marie-Celeste impersonated the grandeur58 and dignity of the little Isabel, courtesy and all; so that the Queen said admiringly, “My dear, you are a real little queen yourself, and your kingdom must lie in the hearts of all who know you;” and Albert, anxious at once to acquit59 himself as most loyal of her subjects, shook his head emphatically and remarked, “Marie-Celeste is a daisy, and she ought to live in a castle jus’ as fine as anybody;” and then, to prove the wealth of his devotion, he threw his two arms around her waist, which was as high as he could reach, in most uncourtly fashion.
“Hush, Albert,” said Marie-Celeste, blushingly pushing him from her, for this demonstration60 was as embarrassing as unexpected; “please go and sit down by Miss Belmore, for we are not half through, are we?” looking toward the Queen for confirmation62 of the fact.
“Why, no indeed! Little Isabel isn’t even married yet, Albert;” and Albert climbed back, just as he had intended to do, to his seat beside Miss Belmore, but with the most supercilious63 smile on his little face, as though he, to whom story-telling was the most delightful64 thing in the world, did not know whether a story was finished or not. But no matter, he did not mind being misunderstood, even by the Queen’s mother, if Marie-Celeste would only go on; and Marie-Celeste, as eager to talk as her listeners to hear, went on.
“And so it came about that they took the little Isabel to England, and Madame de Coucy, a lady whom Isabel dearly loved, came with her to be her governess; and next to Madame de Coucy, Isabel loved Simonette. Simonette was a poor little slave brought to France from one of the crusades, and I suppose they grew more fond of each other every day, because when they came to England both were so far away from their old home. On the way to England Richard came to meet the little Isabel at Calais, in France, and then she was escorted to London in fine style, and after that all her queen’s fixings were taken off and she was brought here to this very Castle, that was to be her home, and everybody called her Madame La Petite Reine.” Albert would have given a good deal to know what those French words meant, and wished he had not made such a row when his mother had once suggested a French bonne; but he would not betray his ignorance for anything, and Marie-Celeste was allowed to proceed uninterrupted.
“And here in this dear old Castle La Petite Reine had a beautiful time. She used to study with Madame de Coucy in the mornings and go for walks among the flowers out in the garden there in the afternoon, and way beyond it too sometimes, and Richard would often come down from London for a visit, and he taught her English courtly ways and to play the mandolin” (Albert looked significantly toward the quaint mandolin, with a faded blue ribbon attached to it, that was lying among the other treasures on the table); “and when the King could not come for a regular visit, he would just ride down for a word and kiss. And so the time went by, and sometimes Isabel would go to hear the canons preach in St. George’s, and sometimes she would watch the knights65 riding in the tilt-yard from one of the Castle windows; only sometimes, when one knight66 hurt another with his spear or tumbled him from his horse, so that he was carried away stunned67 and bleeding, she saw more than she wanted to see, and would not go near those windows again for days. And then at last there came a sad time for Isabel, for the King had decided68 he must go himself and take charge of his army, which was trying to put down an insurrection in Ireland. But before he rode away from Windsor Castle, he said he would have a great tournament in the tilt-yard in honor of St. George, and he had a beautiful green uniform made, and he was to carry the Queen’s device of a little white falcon69, and Isabel and her maids were to be present and give the crown to whichever knight should be victorious70. But very few came to the tournament, for there were very few who really cared for the King, and it was all a failure, and the Castle seemed a very sad place for La Petite Reine, because the King was going away.”
“And now,” said Albert, appealing to the Queen, for he felt that quite too much was being taken for granted, “will you please tell me what is a tilt-yard? and what it was dat de knignts would not tome to? and what was dat little white ting of the Queen’s dat de King carried?” and impatiently as Marie-Celeste brooked71 the interruption, there was nothing for it but to wait while Her Majesty explained that the tilt-yard was a sort of riding-school for the knights, where they practised for the tournaments, and that the tournaments were occasions when the knights, spear in hand, came together to ride against each other, with a great many people looking on, and when the one who unseated all those who rode against him won the prize. As for the little white thing of Isabel’s, that was a falcon—that is, a pretty live white bird, which was Isabel’s device or emblem72; and when the King carried that he showed how he delighted to honor his own little child-queen.
“I would be glad if you would go on and tell the rest,” said Marie-Celeste; “all that happened afterward73 was so doleful I do not like to tell it.”
“Well, let me think,” said her Majesty. “I doubt if I can get all that followed quite straight and then there was silence for a few moments.
“Will somebody please go on,” remarked Albert, when he thought there had been quite enough time for thinking. The shadows were lengthening74 out there in the garden, and oh if they should have to go home before the story was done!
And then “somebody”—that is, the Queen—(who, as you know, was a good deal more of a somebody than Albert gave her credit for)—endeavored at once to allay75 the little fellow’s impatience76.
“I remember,” she said, “how sad was the parting between the King and the little Queen! How he walked with her, hand in hand, from the Castle into the lower ward61, at the head of a long procession of loyal servants, and then into St. George’s Chapel77 for a farewell service, and how they kneeled down before the altar, side by side, while the choir78 sang very sweetly. And then how he lifted the little Queen in his arms, for to him she was just a darling little sister, and kissed her over and over again, while she sobbed79 and sobbed, and begged him not to leave her all alone. After that he led her into the deanery—those are rooms set aside for different uses in connection with the chapel—and there he gave her a royal box of candies, and sat down and ate some with her, and tried to joke with her, and sipped80 a little wine, and then another long farewell, and he was gone, never to see the little Queen again.”
“Which died?” asked Albert, in a hoarse81 whisper.
“Oh, neither of them died, dear; only as soon as Richard returned from Ireland he was taken prisoner by the English nobles and compelled to resign his crown, and so was never able to come back to claim his Castle or his little bride. But for all that Richard fared no worse than he deserved, for though he was kind and good to little Isabel, he was false and cruel to almost every one beside. Indeed, he was false to little Isabel too, for while he was still at Windsor he gave orders to have Madame de Coucy, whom Isabel loved as her own mother, dismissed and sent back to France soon after he should have gone, and he was not honest enough to tell little Isabel of the plan. But, as the old chronicles say, ‘Madame de Coucy was a woman of spirit,’ and when the time came refused to go. ‘Holding her office from the King of France, she owned no master but the King of France;’ and although driven from the Castle, she remained at Windsor, and succeeded in keeping up some connection with the little Queen. And now the misfortunes of the poor little Isabel followed thick and fast. The partings from Richard and her governess Madame de Coucy, had thrown the child into a fever, and Richard’s uncle, the Duke of York, in whose care she had been left, was at his wit’s ends to know what to do. Meantime, Henry Bolingbroke, a nephew of Richard’s, and a brave prince, had landed in England, and the people, who loved him, were ready to receive him and make him King in Richard’s place. And now the Duke of York, fearing that Windsor was no longer a safe place for the little Queen, moved her to a castle called Wallingford, which had been built only for defence, and was stronger than Windsor. But it was all to no purpose. Everything gave way before the march of Henry Bolingbroke and his army. Windsor surrendered to a blast of trumpets82, and a few days later the little Queen was yielded up a captive into Henry’s hands, and was carried with faithful Simonette, her Saracen maid, to the Castle of Ledes; but Ledes, fortunately, proved to be a beautiful castle, with a large garden, and she was not treated harshly or unkindly. Madame de Coucy, meanwhile, started for France posthaste, and was the first to carry the news to the court of Charles that Madame Isabel had been captured and dethroned, and then you may be sure all France was up in arms, as they say, in a moment, threatening to avenge84 La Petite Reine. But, notwithstanding the threats of the French, nothing could be done at once to release the little Queen, and so it was a comfort to know that all this while Henry was caring for her welfare most kindly83.”
At this point in the story the Queen, fearing that the long page from history might prove wearying to even so eager a little listener as Albert, suggested to Miss Belmore to bring some of the treasures from the table that they might have a closer look at them.
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“And was this her very own?” asked Marie-Celeste, handling the mandolin with reverent56 touch—“the very one on which Richard taught her to play?”
“Yes,” said Miss Belmore; “and this pretty dress”—holding up the little short-waisted gown of lace and satin—“was the one she wore that day Richard took his last leave of her in the deanery of St. George’s Chapel.”
“Only to think,” Marie-Celeste said solemnly, “that I should hold in my own hands things that belonged to the little Isabel! Mr. Belden never guessed when he told me all about her on the steamer such a wonder would come to pass. I wish he could know about it some day.”
“But who has kept all dese old tings so long, and how old are dey anyway?” asked more practical Albert, inspecting with curious, critical gaze a little necklace of hammered gold and silver which Miss Belmore had dropped into his lap as one of the few treasures his rather inquisitive85 touch would not damage.
“The keepers of the wardrobe, one after another, have cared for them carefully, Albert, for nearly five hundred years,” Miss Belmore explained; “and it is only by a special order from the Queen that they can ever be taken out of the precious chest where they are stored for a single moment, except twice a year or so, to be cleaned and brushed.”
“And did the Oueen give a special order for us to-day?” asked Marie-Celeste, more impressed than ever with the greatness of their privileges.
“Certainly, my dear.”
“Well, de Queen’s a daisy too, den,” ventured Albert, who, alas86! was no respecter of persons.
“Hush, Albert,” said Marie-Celeste, blushing, but very thankful that Miss Belmore and the Queen’s mother seemed more amused than shocked; and then she added, amid deeper blushes, “Oh, will you please tell Her Majesty for me that I never could thank her enough, never?”
“Well, what happened to her next?” asked Albert, for there was no telling when the story would ever go on again, if Marie-Celeste was allowed to indulge too freely in these sentimental87 flights of hers.
Her Majesty waited a moment, hoping Marie-Celeste would take up the thread of the story, which she did almost unconsciously.
“Oh, she had a dreadful time, Albert. Richard left her in the care of a man named Huntington, and I don’t believe there ever was a man so bad as he. Why, when Henry Bolingbroke was made king he had pardoned this Huntington, though he had been as untrue to Henry as he could be, because he was his sister’s husband. But no sooner was he pardoned than he laid a deep plot with some other men as wicked as himself to overpower the King. As part of the plan, they were going to surprise Windsor Castle; and Huntington, if you will believe it, hoped to murder the four sons of Henry with his own hand; and they did march on Windsor Castle, but not before Henry and his sons had heard of the dreadful plan and ridden safely away. But Huntington could not believe that they had gone, and they searched everywhere in the castle here for them, and he was so angry at not finding them, that he let his soldiers in and they stove in doors and tore down curtains and cut up furniture and carried off silver, so that in five hours the castle was ruined.”
“Is that true?” whispered Albert to Miss Belmore. It seemed so incredible that Windsor Castle, with its present state and grandeur, could ever have been in such a sorry plight88.
“Only too true, dear. There would be many more priceless treasures in the castle to-day but for the untold89 mischief90 of that terrible morning.”
Marie-Celeste waited with a decidedly martyr-like air till this inexcusable whispering was through with, chiming in again at the first opportunity. “And then what did the wretch91 do but hurry to little Isabel, and tell her that he had freed Richard from the Tower, and that he would soon be kins: again; so that Isabel was glad to go with Huntington. But it was all a lie, for Huntington simply wanted to have Isabel for his own prisoner instead of Henry Bolingbroke’s. And so the poor little thing was right in Huntington’s camp, among his rough soldiers; and what was worse, as soon as Huntington found himself in a tight place, and had to fly for his life, he deserted92 her, and Henry Bolingbroke’s men came and carried her up to London, and then she was Henry’s prisoner once more. But Huntington got what he deserved at last” (and the smile of grim satisfaction with which Marie-Celeste adorned93 the statement showed how simply enormous to even her childish mind seemed the crimes of the fiendish Huntington), “for after he deserted Isabel he fell into the hands of some peasants, who knew what a wretch he was, and who took him and drove a chopper through his neck, and so made an end of him. And then what did King Henry do but decide that it would be a good thing for England to keep friends with France, if that were possible; and so he said, ‘The Pope shall say Isabel is no longer the wife of Richard, and I will marry her to my son Harry94.’ Of course everybody thought that would suit little Isabel well enough, for Harry was tall and handsome, just Isabel’s age, and would make a line man some day; but Isabel would not hear of such a thing. She still loved the weak, bad man, older than her own father, who had fed her on sugar-plums, called her his little sister, fingered her mandolin, and sung with her at morning mass. Then besides her own feeling, the French themselves did not seem to want to be friendly with England, or to have Isabel stay here; and so at last she was sent back to her own people, and she died at Blois in France, when she was only twenty years old.”
“And—and now I think dat’s a very sad an’ interestin’ story and Albeit95, pondering over the remarkable tale, shook his head gravely from side to side.
“And the saddest part,” said Her Majesty, “is that there would probably have been no Joan of Arc nor Agincourt nor siege of Rouen if only the little Isabel had chanced to fancy the little Prince Hal.”
Agincourt and the siege of Rouen were only names to the children’s ears. But there was time for no more questions; the flower garden was almost all in shadow now, and besides it had occurred even to Albert that the “old lady” might be growing a little tired.
“We have had a beautiful time,” said Marie-Celeste, with a sigh, as though unable to give full expression to her appreciation96; “but I hope we haven’t stayed too long;” and then, as though reluctant to take final leave of the little Isabel, she added: “Don’t you think it is more comfortable just to be one of the people, and be a regular little girl, and grow up always near your mother, like other children?”
“Yes; there must be some nice things about belonging to the people,” Her Majesty replied, smiling; “but then, you know that poor little Isabel’s history was very unusual, and that many little princes and princesses have grown up near their mothers, as you and Albert have, and have been just regular little children for ever so many years.”
“Dat’s good,” said Albert, apparently97 immensely relieved to have his fears as to the general fate of princes and princesses removed.
Meantime, Miss Belmore had brought their hats, and after a most friendly parting with their kindly hostess and her lady-in-waiting, the children were conducted to another doorway98 from the one by which they had entered. There one of the court carriages, with a gallant99 outrider, stood in waiting, and the footman, after receiving directions as to the whereabouts of the Little Castle, sprang to his place, and they were off.
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“To think, Albert,” said Marie-Celeste, turning on Albert the moment the door was closed, and seizing his little wrist by way of emphasis, “we are in one of the Queen’s own carriages, and we’ve been spending the day—spending the day, Albert, in Windsor Castle.”
“Nes,” said Albert complacently100; “we must do aden.”
There was time for scarcely more than this before the carriage wheeled up at Canon Allyn’s, and Albert was safely landed at his own door, and another three minutes brought it to the Little Castle.
Harold, conjecturing101 that the children might be sent home in this courtly fashion, was on hand on the steps to receive the favored recipients102 of royal hospitality.
“I suppose you feel too high and mighty103 to speak to a fellow,” he said. “I don’t believe you’ll ever get over it, Marie-Celeste.”
“Well, we have had a magnificent day”—allowing herself to be detained for a moment, notwithstanding her eagerness to rush straight to the bosom104 of her family—“we spent the whole afternoon with the Oueen’s mother.”
“The Oueen’s mother! Marie-Celeste, she’s been dead ever so many years.”
“Who was she, then?” almost angrily; “she was an old lady.”
“The Queen herself, of course.”
“The Oueen an old lady?”
“Why not? She has a host of grandchildren.”
“But she wore no crown, Harold.”
“Oh, you goosey, of course not! She does not put her crown on once in an age. Who told you she was the Queen’s mother?”
“Only Albert, Harold;” and then realizing at a bound Albert’s positive genius for jumping to wrong conclusions, Marie-Celeste leaned against the door from very weakness.
“Marie-Celeste,” said Harold, who, like other boys, was rather inclined to rub a thing in, “it’s the very best joke I have heard in all my life.”
“You are very unkind, Harold,” answered Marie-Celeste accusingly. “It is the most mortifying105 thing that ever happened, if she really was the Queen,” and then, trying to gather a little new courage, she added, “but I am not going to believe it till I have to. There must be a mistake somewhere. The lady we saw is not one bit like the pictures or the statues,” and yet all the time Marie-Celeste felt that she was clinging to a forlorn hope. During their stay at the castle there had been an occasional exchange of glances between their royal hostess and Miss Belmore and a frequent amused look in their eyes, which she had been at a loss to account for; but this would explain it all. Ah, yes! she knew almost to a certainty that their long talk about Petite Reine of other days had been with none other than La Grande Reine of to-day, and the crimes of the dreadful Huntington seemed hardly worse, for the moment, than that of that most audacious Albert!
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