"What does he say?" cried the bewildered Professor.
"He means the multiplication-table," Sylvie explained.
The Professor looked annoyed, and shut up his note-book again. "Oh, that's quite another thing," he said.
"It are ever so many other things," said Bruno. "Aren't it, Sylvie?"
A loud blast of trumpets interrupted this conversation. "Why, the entertainment has begun!" the Professor exclaimed, as he hurried the children into the Reception-Saloon. "I had no idea it was so late!"
A small table, containing cake and wine, stood in a corner of the Saloon; and here we found the Emperor and Empress waiting for us. The rest of the Saloon had been cleared of furniture, to make room for the guests. I was much struck by the great change a few months had made in the faces of the Imperial Pair. A vacant stare was now the Emperor's usual expression; while over the face of the Empress there flitted, ever and anon, a meaningless smile.
