onvinced him that
there had been a mistake about Belvane's feelings for him, and that he
could leave for Araby in perfect safety.

"You must come and see us again," said Merriwig heartily, as he shook
him by the hand.

"Yes, do," said Hyacinth.

There are two ways of saying this sort of thing, and theirs was the
second way. So was Udo's, when he answered that he would be
delighted.

It was just a week later that the famous double wedding was celebrated
in Euralia. As an occasion for speech-making by King Merriwig and
largesse-throwing by Queen Belvane it demanded and (got) a whole
chapter to itself in Roger's History. I have Roger on my side at
last. The virtues he denied to the Countess he cannot but allow to
the Queen.

Nor could Hyacinth resist her any longer. Belvane upon her palfrey,
laughter in her eyes and roses in her cheeks, her lips slightly parted
with eagerness as she flings her silver to the crowd, adorably
conscious of her childishness and yet glorifying in it, could have no
enemies that day.

"She is a dear," said Hyacinth to Coronel. "She will make a wonderful
Queen."

"I know a Queen worth two of her," said Coronel.

"But you do admire her, don't you?"

"Not particularly."

"Oh, Coronel, you must," said Hyacinth, but she felt very happy all
the same.

They rode off the next day to their kingdom. The Chancellor had had
an exciting week; for seven successive evenings he had been extremely
mysterious and reserved to his wife, but now his business was finished
and King Merriwig reigned over Eastern Euralia and King Coronel over
the West.

Let us just take a look at Belvane's diary before we move on to the
last scene.

"_Thursday, September 15th_," it says. "_Became good._"

Now for the last scene.

King Merriwig sat in Belvane's garden. They had spent the morning
revising their joint book of poetry for publication. The first set of
verses was entirely Merriwig's own. It went like this:

_Bo, boll, bill, bole._
_Wo, woll, will, wole._

A note by the authors called attention to the fact that it could be
begun from either end. The rest of the poems were mainly by Belvane,
Merriwig's share in them consisting of a "Capital," or an "I like
that," when they were read out to him; but an epic commonly attributed
to Charlotte Patacake had crept in somehow.

"A person to see your Majesty," said a flunkey, appearing suddenly.

"What sort of person?" asked M