"As it was certainly not myself, and you are the only other person in the room, Miss Heritage, your denial is impudent as well as useless!"

Daphne could only point speechlessly to the mirror.

"Really, Miss Heritage! This goes beyond all--what _next_!"

"Reflected here there should have been A younger and far fairer Queen."

continued the voice in a doggerel as devoid of polish as the mirror itself.

"It _does_ appear to come from--but whoever heard of a looking-gla.s.s talking?" said the mystified Queen.

"Little Snow-white"s Stepmother had a mirror that answered her, Ma"am,"

said Daphne, "and she was a queen in Marchenland, I believe. Perhaps this is the very one!"

It would, no doubt, have proceeded to make some even more unflattering comments if Daphne had not, with much presence of mind, turned its face to the wall. How she knew that this would silence it she could not have said herself. But it certainly did.

"I have no reason for believing that any such person as Little Snow-white ever existed," said Queen Selina; "but whoever that gla.s.s belonged to, I will not have it here. I would have it smashed, if it wasn"t unlucky. But it must be removed to the attics before I come up here to undress. Really, I never knew such a country as this is! Boar"s heads trying to speak at luncheon, and mirrors making personal remarks, and everything so strange and unnatural! But you take it all as a matter of course, Miss Heritage; nothing seems to surprise _you_."

"I think, Ma"am," said Daphne, "because I"ve always known that, if I ever _did_ get to Marchenland, it would be very much like this."

"Considering that you had no better means of knowing what it would be like than I had myself," replied the Queen, "I can only ascribe that to affectation.... Surely there must be more of the Crown jewellery than I have been given as yet?... Yes, there _may_ be something in that chest.... Good gracious me! _What_ diamonds! I don"t think the dear d.u.c.h.ess of Gleneagles herself can have anything to approach them!...

Yes, you can put me on a _riviere_, and two of the biggest ropes of pearls.... It won"t do to go down looking dowdy. Dear me," she added, as she took up the pendant she had bought from Daphne twenty-four hours before, "to think of my giving so much money for this paltry thing! If I had known then what I do now, I should never have--but, of course, I don"t mean that I should think of going back on it."

"I"m afraid, Ma"am," said Daphne, "I couldn"t pay it back now; I sent the cheque last night."

"I am quite content to bear the loss, Miss Heritage. And, by the way, you may not be aware of it, but it is hardly correct or usual, in speaking to me, to call me "Ma"am.""

"I"ve always understood, Ma"am," said Daphne, "that our own Queen--in England, I mean----"

"How the Queen of England may allow herself to be addressed is entirely her own affair," said Queen Selina handsomely; "I have nothing whatever to do with _that_. But I am Queen of Marchenland, Miss Heritage, and I shall be obliged by your addressing me as "Your Majesty" on _all_ occasions."

"Certainly, your Majesty," said Daphne, executing a profound curtsey with a little smile that she was quite unable to repress. "I a.s.sure your Majesty that your Majesty may rely on my addressing your Majesty as "Your Majesty" for the future, your Majesty."

"That is better, Miss Heritage, much better--a little overdone, but still--And now," she added, "you had better go and see if Princess Edna wants any a.s.sistance. You need not trouble to change your own dress, as, of course, you will not sit down to dinner with us."

"She"s too priceless!" thought Daphne, when she was outside on the gallery, and could indulge her sense of humour in safety. "Still, I don"t think I _could_ stand her very long if it weren"t for Ruby!"

"I say, Mater," the Crown Prince called out a few minutes afterwards outside his Mother"s door, "how much longer are you and the Guv"nor going to be? All night?"

"You can come in, Clarence," she said. "How soon your Father will be ready, I can"t say. I finished _my_ dressing hours ago."

King Sidney, following her example, had declined the good offices of his gentlemen, and there were sounds from his dressing-room on the farther side of the Bedchamber which indicated that he was in some difficulties in consequence.

"My aunt!" exclaimed Clarence as he saw his Mother fully arrayed.

"You"ve got "em all on _this_ time, Mater, and no mistake! So"ve you, Guv"nor," he added, as King Sidney joined them with rather a sheepish air. "Only--are you sure you"ve got yours on _right_? I mean to say--that ruff looks a bit c.o.c.k-eyed."

"It"s given me more trouble than any white tie, my boy--but it must do as it is."

"Ah, I got that bristly-haired chap--what"s his name--Hansmeinigel--to put on mine for me. Didn"t any of yours give you a hand?"

"They offered to--most kindly," said King Sidney, "but--well, I didn"t altogether relish letting them dress me."

"They"d have made a jolly sight neater job of it than you have--keep still a jiff till I"ve tucked this tape in. There--that"s more like it.

And I say, you and the Mater had better hurry--you"re keeping the whole Court waiting for you!"

"Why didn"t you tell us before?" said the Queen in a violent flurry.

"Where--where _are_ the Court?"

"All drawn up in the Hall at the foot of the big staircase. They can"t make a move till you come down, and lead the way in to dinner, you know!"

"I--I"d rather not descend all those steps in public," objected the King. "Confoundedly slippery. Er--couldn"t we go by the backstairs, my love?"

"And find ourselves in our own kitchen!" said the Queen. "Certainly not, Sidney! The grand staircase is the only dignified way down, and you had better give me your arm at once."

"Very well, my dear, very well. But I"m pretty sure I shall slip."

"You must _not_ slip, Sidney! Neither of us must slip. If we did, it would produce a very bad impression. Still, it will be safer if we go down one by one, and hold on to the banisters."

"No, I say," cried the Crown Prince, "you can"t do that--might as well crawl down on all fours! Buck up, both of you. Try and throw a little sw.a.n.k into it!"

Their Majesties accomplished the descent amidst the congratulatory blare of the silver trumpets without actual mishap. But there was nothing in the bearing of either Sovereign that could justly be described by the term "sw.a.n.k," and indeed, if any fault could be found, it would have been in quite the opposite direction.

Of the banquet itself little need be said here. The numerous courses were appetising and admirably served, while, to the Queen"s relief, none of the dishes showed any desire to take part in the conversation.

The members of the Court did more than look on this time, being entertained, with other guests, amongst whom were the President and Council, at cross tables below the princ.i.p.al one on the dais.

Clarence, seated with his family, the Ex-Regent, and the Court G.o.dmother at the high table, wished more than once that he could have sat by Daphne, whom he could see at no great distance. He noted her perfect ease, and the pretty graciousness with which she received the attentions which her neighbours seemed only too anxious to press upon her.

"Anyone would think she"d lived with swells all her life," he thought.

"She may have, for anything I know!" But, of course, even if she had, the fact did not make her his equal now.

Towards the close of the feast King Sidney, who had long since disposed of his crown underneath his chair, considered that the occasion demanded a speech. His effort might have been a greater success if he had abstained from jocularity, which was not by any means his _forte_. It is possible that a far happier sample of British humour would have failed to set Marchenland tables in a roar, but his hearers were either unaware that he intended to be humorous, or sensible that his purpose had not been achieved, for they listened in puzzled but depressed silence, while the effect of his facetiousness on Daphne was to render her hot and cold by turns.

The banquet over, the Court Chamberlain deferentially informed the Royal Party that they were expected to lead the procession to the Ball Room.

Clarence, who had unfortunately come away from "Inglegarth" without his cigarette-case, was longing to smoke, and hung behind for that purpose.

But on applying to the Marshal, he was told that only common soldiers ever smoked in Marchenland. With some trouble a highly flavoured pipe, a tinder-box, and a pouch containing a dried herb that appeared to be the local subst.i.tute for tobacco were procured for him. However, a very short experience convinced him that duty required him to put in an appearance at the State Ball.

The Ball Room was a long, lofty hall, lit by thousands of candles set in great golden hoops; the light they gave being multiplied almost to infinity by the fact that the walls and ceiling were lined with elaborately engraved looking-gla.s.s, which, fortunately perhaps for the Queen, was dumb. When he entered, the musicians were already fiddling, piping, and fluting in a gallery high up at one end facing a raised platform, where his father and mother, looking extremely hot and uncomfortable, were seated on gorgeous chairs. A stately measure was being performed, which might have been a _gavotte_ or minuet or _pavane_ for anything he could say; all he knew was that the figures were quite unfamiliar to him.

But Daphne seemed to have learnt them--or had they come to her by instinct?--for she was dancing in one of the sets. He watched her lissome form as she moved through the intricate evolutions till he began to envy the Count von Daumerlingstamm, her elegant but undersized partner. However, he flattered himself that he would have no difficulty in cutting out little Daumerlingstamm.

It seemed to him that that dance would never be over, but the moment it was, he made his way to Daphne with an air that showed he was fully aware of the distinction he was conferring. "Enjoying yourself, Miss Heritage?" he said. "Don"t know what that last dance was--but not much "vim" about it, if you ask _me_. Tell you what--I"ll get those fiddler fellows up there to play something a bit livelier, and you and I"ll show this crowd a two-step, what?"

"This is a great honour, your Royal Highness," said Daphne, after sinking demurely in the regulation curtsey. "But I must not accept it until I have her Majesty"s permission." ("Which I"m quite sure she won"t give!" she thought to herself with much satisfaction.)

"Oh, I say--what rot! The Mater won"t mind! And if she does----!"