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The Midnight Queen [54]

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an excessively bad fix; and last, but

not least, a firm and rooted determination to make the beet of a

bad bargain, and never say die.



His first act was to take off his plumed hat, and make a profound

obeisance to her majesty the queen, who was altogether too much

surprised to make the return politeness demanded, and merely

stared at him with her great, beautiful, brilliant eyes, as if

she would never have done.



"Ladies and gentlemen!" said Sir Norman, turning gracefully to

the company; "I beg ten thousand pardons for this unwarrantable

intrusion, and promise you, upon my honor, never to do it again.

I beg to assure you that my coming here was altogether

involuntary on my part, and forced by circumstances over which I

had no control; and I entreat you will not mind me in the least,

but go on with the proceeding, just as you did before. Should

you feel my presence here any restraint, I am quite ready and

willing to take my departure at any moment; and as I before

insinuated, will promise, on the honor of a gentleman and a

knight, never again to take the liberty of tumbling through the

ceiling down on your heads."



This reference to the ceiling seemed to explain the whole

mystery; and everybody looked up at the corner whence he came

from, and saw the flag that had been removed. As to his speech,

everybody had listened to it with the greatest of attention; and

sundry of the ladies, convinced by this time that he was flesh

and blood, and no ghost, favored the handsome young knight with

divers glances, not at all displeased or unadmiring. The queen

sank back into her seat, keeping him still transfixed with her

darkly-splendid eyes; and whether she admired or otherwise, no

one could tell from her still, calm face. The prince consort's

feelings - for such there could be no doubt he was - were

involved in no such mystery; and he broke out into a hyena-like

scream of laughter, as he recognized, upon a second look, his

young friend of the Golden Crown.



"So you have come, have you?" he cried, thrusting his unlovely

visage over the table, till it almost touched sir Norman's. "You

have come, have you, after all I said?"



"Yes, sir I have come!" said Sir Norman, with a polite bow.



"Perhaps you don't know me, my dear young sir - your little

friend, you know, of the Golden Crown."



"Oh, I perfectly recognize you! My little friend," said Sir

Norman, with bland suavity, and unconsciously quoting Leoline,

"once seen in not easy to be-forgotten."



Upon this, his highness net up such another screech of mirth that

it quite woke an echo through the room; and all Sir Norman's

friends looked grave; for when his highness laughed, it was a

very bad sign.



"My little friend will hurt himself," remarked Sir Norman, with

an air of solicitude, "if he indulges in his exuberant and

gleeful spirits to such an extent. Let me recommend you, as a

well-wisher, to sit down and compose yourself."



Instead of complying, however, the prince, who seemed blessed

with a lively sense of the ludicrous, wan so struck with the

extreme funniness of the young man's speech, that he relaxed into

another paroxysm of levity, shriller and more unearthly, if

possible, than any preceding one, and which left him so

exhausted, that he was forced to sink into his chair and into

silence through sheer fatigue. Seizing this, the first

opportunity, Miranda, with a glance of displeased dignity st

Caliban, immediately struck in:



"Who are you, sir, and by what right do you dare to come here?"



Her tone was neither very sweet nor suave; but it was much

pleasanter to be cross-examined by the owner of such a pretty

face than by the ugly little monster, for the moment gasping and

extinguished; and Sir Norman turned to her with alacrity, and a

bow.



"Madame, I am Sir Norman Kingsley, very much at your service; and

I beg to assure you I did not
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