“TheKing’sgardenisnottheworld, youfoolishsquib,” saidabigRomanCandle; “theworldisanenormousplace, anditwouldtakeyouthreedaystoseeitthoroughly.”
“Anyplaceyouloveistheworldtoyou,” exclaimedthepensiveCatherineWheel, whohadbeenattachedtoanolddealboxinearlylife, andpridedherselfonherbrokenheart; “butloveisnotfashionableanymore, , ,.”
“Nonsense!” saidtheRomanCandle, “, , forinstance, -papercartridge, whohappenedtobestayinginthesamedrawerasmyself, andknewthelatestCourtnews.”
ButtheCatherineWheelshookherhead.“Romanceisdead, Romanceisdead, Romanceisdead,” , ifyousaythesamethingoverandoveragreatmanytimes, , asharp, drycoughwasheard, , supercilious-lookingRocket, , soastoattractattention.“Ahem! ahem!” hesaid, andeverybodylistenedexceptthepoorCatherineWheel, whowasstillshakingherhead, andmurmuring, “Romanceisdead.”
“Order! order!” , andhadalwaystakenaprominentpartinthelocalelections, soheknewtheproperParliamentaryexpressionstouse.“Quitedead,” whisperedtheCatherineWheel, , , distinctvoice, asifhewasdictatinghismemoirs, , hehadamostdistinguishedmanner.“HowfortunateitisfortheKing’sson,” heremarked, “, ifithadbeenarrangedbeforehand, itcouldnothaveturnedoutbetterforhim; but, Princesarealwayslucky.”
“Dearme!” saidthelittleSquib, “Ithoughtitwasquitetheotherway, andthatweweretobeletoffinthePrince’shonour.”
“Itmaybesowithyou,” heanswered; “indeed, Ihavenodoubtthatitis, , , , , , , though, forhewasofakindlydisposition, , theCourtGazettecalledhimatriumphofPylotechnicart.”
