'what can have induced that hideous old gruffanuff to dress herself up in such an absurd way? did you ask her to be your bridesmaid, my dear?' says giglio to rosalba.'what a figure of fun gruffy is!'
gruffy was seated opposite their majesties, between the archbishop and the lord chancellor, and a figure of fun she certainly was, for she was dressed in a low white silk dress, with lace over, a wreath of white roses on her wig, a splendid lace veil, and her yellow old neck was covered with diamonds.
she ogled the king in such a manner that his majesty burst out laughing.
'eleven o'clock!' cries giglio, as the great cathedral bell of blombodinga tolled that hour.'gentlemen and ladies, we must be starting.archbishop, you must be at church, i think, before twelve?'
'we must be at church before twelve,' sighs out gruffanuff in a languishing voice, hiding her old face behind her fan.
'and then i shall be the happiest man in my dominions,' cries giglio, with an elegant bow to the blushing rosalba.
'oh, my giglio! oh, my dear majesty!' exclaims gruffanuff; 'and can it be that this happy moment at length has arrived--'
'of course it has arrived,' says the king.
'--and that i am about to become the enraptured bride of my adored giglio!' continues gruffanuff.'lend me a smelling-bottle, somebody.i certainly shall faint with joy.'
'you my bride?' roars out giglio.
'you marry my prince?' cried poor little rosalba.