But the Professor took no notice of the question. He was eagerly listening to the Gold Stick's reply.
"Please your Highness! His Imperial Fatness is" Not a word more could he utter.
The Empress rose in an agony of alarm. "Let us go to him!" she cried. And there was a general rush for the door.
Bruno slipped off his chair in a moment. "May we go too?" he eagerly asked. But the King did not hear the question, as the Professor was speaking to him. "Preoccupied, your Majesty!" he was saying. "That is what he is, no doubt!"
"May we go and see him?" Bruno repeated. The King nodded assent, and the children ran off. In a minute or two they returned, slowly and gravely. "Well?" said the King. "What's the matter with the Prince?"
"He'swhat you said," Bruno replied looking at the Professor. "That hard word." And he looked to Sylvie for assistance.
"Porcupine," said Sylvie.
"No, no!" the Professor corrected her. "'Pre-occupied,' you mean."
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