gray eyes were fixed on the Prince, who seemed to answer to the look,
smiling again and again in the causeless, aimless fashion that babies do
smile.

"His Majesty must hear of this," said a gentleman-in-waiting.

"His Majesty will hear quite enough news in a minute or two," said
the old woman sadly. And again stretching up to the little Prince, she
kissed him on the forehead solemnly.

"Be called by a new name which nobody has ever thought of. Be Prince
Dolor, in memory of your mother Dolorez."

"In memory of!" Everybody started at the ominous phrase, and also at a
most terrible breach of etiquette which the old woman had committed.
In Nomansland, neither the king nor the queen was supposed to have any
Christian name at all. They dropped it on their coronation day, and it
never was mentioned again till it was engraved on their coffins when
they died.

"Old woman, you are exceedingly ill-bred," cried the eldest
lady-in-waiting, much horrified. "How you could know the fact passes
my comprehension. But even if you did know it, how dared you presume to
hint that her most gracious Majesty is called Dolorez?"

"WAS called Dolorez," said the old woman, with a tender solemnity.

The first gentleman, called the Gold-stick-in-waiting, raised it to
strike her, and all the rest stretched out their hands to seize her; but
the gray mantle melted from between their fingers like air; and, before