"See," said Pazza, "here is the explanation of all the
pictures; read It."
“T don’t know how to read,” replied Charming.
“T will teach you; I will be your little tutor.”
“No,” replied the stubborn prince, "I do not wish to
read. My masters tire me."
“Very well; but I am not a master. See, here is an A,
a beautiful great A; say A."
“No,” returned Charming, frowning, “I will never
say A.”
"Not to please me?”
“No, never. Enough of this; I do not like people to
differ from me."
“Sir,” said Pazza, "a polite man never refuses ladies
anything."
‘IT would refuse the devil in petticoats,” replied the
young prince, tossing his head. "I am tired of you; let me
alone. I don’t love you any longer. Call me My Lord.”
"My Lord Charming, or my charming lord,” said Pazza,
flushed with anger, "you shall read, or I will know the
reason why."
“I won't read."
“Will you not? One—two—three!”’
"No! no! no!"
Pazza raised her hand, and, lo! the king’s son received a