"How prettily it is made!" said all the Court ladies.
t is more than pretty," said the Emperor. "It is genteel."
But the Princess felt the rose, and immediately was ready to burst into tears.
"Fie! Papa," said she;
"it is not artificial after all, it is real!"
"Fie!" said all the Court ladies; "it is real!"
"Let us see what is in the other case before we lose our tempers," said the Emperor
, and so the nightingale was produced, and it sang so sweetly that for the moment it was quite impossible to find any fault with it.
"Superbe Charmant!" cried the Court ladies, for they all chattered French; it was h
ard to say which of them chattered worst.
"The bird reminds me of the late Empress's musical-box!" said an old courtier. "Ah, yes! it's just the same tune, and the same time."
"Yes," said the Emperor; and began to cry like a child.
"But it is not a real bird, I hope," said the Princess.
"Yes, it is a real bird," said those who had broug
"Indeed! then let it fly away!" said the Princess, and she would on no account hear of the Prince coming to see her.
But he was not to be rebuffed. He sm
eared his face all over with black and brown, pressed his cap down over his eyes, and knocked at the palace door.
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