has plays to your royal highness's taste?"

"Miss Burney," cried she impatiently, yet laughing, "pray do you
take him away!--Pull him!"

He bowed to me very invitingly for the office but I frankly
answered her, "Indeed, ma'am, I dare not undertake him! I cannot
manage him at all."

"The country! the country! Princess Augusta! name the happy
country!" was all she could gain.

"Order him away, Miss Burney," cried she. "It is your room:
order him away from the door."

"Name it, ma'am, name it!" exclaimed he; "name but the chosen
nation!"

And then, fixing her with the most provoking eyes, "Est-ce la
Danemarc?" he cried.

She coloured violently, and quite angry with him, called out,
"Mr. Turbulent, how can you be such a fool!" And now I found . .
. the prince royal of Denmark was in his meaning, and in her
understanding!

He bowed to the ground, in gratitude for the term "fool," but
added with pretended Submission to her will, "Very well, ma'am,
s'il ne faut lire que les comédies Danoises."