I am sure _I_ should not be very well.

Then Giglio would say, 'Betsinda, has the Princess Angelica asked for
me today?' And Betsinda would answer, 'No, my Lord, not today'; or, 'she
was very busy practicing the piano when I saw her'; or, 'she was writing
invitations for an evening party, and did not speak to me'; or make some
excuse or other, not strictly consonant with truth: for Betsinda was
such a good-natured creature that she strove to do everything to prevent
annoyance to Prince Giglio, and even brought him up roast chicken and
jellies from the kitchen (when the Doctor allowed them, and Giglio was
getting better), saying, 'that the Princess had made the jelly, or the
bread-sauce, with her own hands, on purpose for Giglio.'

When Giglio heard this he took heart and began to mend immediately;
and gobbled up all the jelly, and picked the last bone of the
chicken--drumsticks, merry-thought, sides'-bones, back, pope's nose,
and all--thanking his dear Angelica; and he felt so much better the next
day, that he dressed and went downstairs, where, whom should he meet
but Angelica going into the drawing-room? All the covers were off the
chairs, the chandeliers taken out of the bags, the damask curtains
uncovered, the work and things carried away, and the handsomest albums
on the tables. Angelica had her hair in papers: in a word, it was
evident there was going to be a party.

'Heavens, Giglio!' cries Angelica: 'YOU here in such a dress! What a
figure you are!'

'Yes, dear Angelica, I am come downstairs, and feel so well today,
thanks to the FOWL and the JELLY.'