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"Not all, for you will not be there; not all," said Prince

Hippolyte smiling joyfully; and snatching the shawl from the

footman, whom he even pushed aside, he began wrapping it round

the princess. Either from awkwardness or intentionally (no one

could have said which) after the shawl had been adjusted he kept

his arm around her for a long time, as though embracing her.

Still smiling, she gracefully moved away, turning and glancing at

her husband. Prince Andrew's eyes were closed, so weary and

sleepy did he seem.

"Are you ready?" he asked his wife, looking past her.

Prince Hippolyte hurriedly put on his cloak, which in the latest

fashion reached to his very heels, and, stumbling in it, ran out

into the porch following the princess, whom a footman was helping

into the carriage.

"Princesse, au revoir," cried he, stumbling with his tongue as

well as with his feet.