without any pity, but came to see his father, and spoke to him through the grating of the door, beyond which he was not allowed to go; and brought him some sandwiches from the grand supper which his Majesty was giving above stairs in honor of the brilliant victory which had just been achieved.
“I cannot stay with you long, sir,” says Bulbo, who was in his best ball dress, as he handed his father in the prog. “I am engaged to dance the next quadrille with her Majesty Queen Rssalba, and I hear the fiddles playing at this very moment.”
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So Bulbo went back to the ball-room, and the wretched Padella ate his solitary supper in silence and tears.
All was now joy in King Giglio’s circle. Dancing, feasting, fun, illuminations, and jollifications of all sorts ensued. The people through whose villages they passed were ordered to illuminate their cottages at night, and scatter flowers on the roads during the day. They were requested—and I promise you they did not like to refuse—to serve the troops liberally with eatables and wine; besides, the army was enriched by the immense quantity of plunder which was found in King Padella’s camp, and taken from his soldiers; who (after they had given up everything) were
