So he slipped a big carbuncle ring on to the middle finger of his right hand. Immediately the room was filled with a puff of smoke from the chimney, and when it had cleared away, the Count saw, to his astonishment, a magnificent young man in the place where the gnome had stood.
"There is no deception," said the gnome.
"Bravo! very good indeed! very neat!" said the Count, applauding.
"Clever thing, isn't it?" said the gnome.
"Capital; most ingenious. But now—what's your name?"
"It's an odd name. Prince Pooh."
"Prince Pooh? Pooh! pooh! you're joking."
"Now, take my advice, and never try to pun upon a fellow's name; you may be sure that, however ingenious the joke may be, it's certain to have been done before over and over again to his face. Your own particular joke is precisely the joke every fool makes when he first hears my name."
"I beg your pardon—it was weak. Now, if you'll come with me to the Baron, you and he can settle preliminaries."
So they went to the Baron, who was charmed with his son-in-law elect. Prince Pooh settled on Bertha the whole of Africa, the Crystal Palace, several solar systems, the Rhine, and Rosherville, and made the Baron a present of Siberia and Vesuvius; after that they all went down to the banqueting hall, where Bertha and the priest were awaiting their arrival.
"Allow me," said the Baron. "Bertha, my dear,
