The youngest, who was the slave of his passions and of a very uncertain temper, became Prince of the Air.
In the midst of this forest she built a palace which had not its equal for beauty in the whole world, and then she considered that she had done enough to make any prince happy.
The prince was, therefore, contrary to his custom, gloomy and anxious, when an officer entered and announced to Marshal de Grammont that some one wished to see him.
The Duc de Grammont received permission from the prince by a glance and went out.
When the prince did give the matter a little attention, he recalled the fact that during these days he had always found Lebedeff to be in radiantly good spirits, when they happened to meet; and further, that the general and Lebedeff were always together.
Occasionally the prince heard loud talking and laughing upstairs, and once he detected the sound of a jolly soldier's song going on above, and recognized the unmistakable bass of the general's voice.
"It is a great misfortune," the Prince said in a tone of polite regret, "but surely it is not irreparable?
"But surely amongst your immediate friends there must be many others," the Prince said.
"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks.
"Princess Drubetskaya to see Prince
Vasili Sergeevich," he called to a footman dressed in knee breeches, shoes, and a swallow-tail coat, who ran downstairs and looked over from the halfway landing.
Michael's shoes were wrecked far beyond the skill of the carefullest cobbler.