'My beautiful King,' she said, 'I am not tired any more now.'
And then the Cat came in with the lamp, and they looked in each other's eyes.
Instead of the beautiful Princess of his dreams the King saw a white, withered woman whose piteous eyes met his in a look of longing love. The Princess saw a bent, white-haired man, but love was in his eyes.
'I don't mind.'
'I don't mind.'
They both spoke together. And both thought they spoke the truth. But the truth was that both were horribly disappointed.
'Yet, all the same,' said the King to himself, 'old and withered as she is, she is more to me than the youngest and loveliest of all other Princesses.'
'I don't care if he is gray,' said the Princess to herself; 'whatever he is, he's the only possible one.'
'Here's a pretty kettle of fish!' said the Cat. 'Why on earth didn't you come before?'
'I came as soon as I could,' said the King.
The Cat, walking about the room in an agitated way, kicked against the wallet the King had dropped.
