"Oh, go on, Lady Daphne, don't mind _me_! What would you have thought?" "Well," said Daphne boldly, "that nothing could be so ridiculous as a Crown Prince who can't sit a horse." "I daresay I could as well as any other fellow, if I tried." "No doubt, sir, but if you never _do_ try." "I would, if I thought you cared." "Of course I care, Prince Clarence," said Daphne. "Naturally, I should like to see you doing everything that other Princes do. You really aren't, so far, you know. I suppose I oughtn't to have said that--I couldn't help it." "That's all right," he said. "There's one thing," he added, thinking aloud, "if I _did_ learn to ride decently, you and I might go out riding together, what?" "It's rather early to talk about that," said Daphne, "when you haven't even begun to learn." "I know, but I _will_ begin. For _your_ sake." "No, Prince Clarence, for your own," she replied, "though I shall be glad, too. And now, I mustn't stay here any longer." Why, he asked himself, after she had gone, was she so keen on his cutting a figure at Court? The answer was obvious--he had interested and impressed her more than he could have hoped. But that, he shrewdly perceived, only made it more necessary for him to be wary. She was certainly a most fascinating girl, but if she had any ambitious designs on him, she would find that he was quite capable of taking care of himself. Still, she was right about his riding. Every Prince ought to be able to ride. It would not take him long to learn. And when he could ride he would go out hunting. She would think a lot more of him when she saw him returning in triumph with a few boars and bears as trophies of the chase. Accordingly he took the earliest opportunity of mentioning to his family that he intended to take lessons in horsemanship, which both the King and Queen considered an admirable idea. The Marshal was consulted, and though he opposed it at first, on the ground that anything which might affect the succession to the throne was to be avoided, he gave way in the end, and undertook to act himself as Clarence's riding master. Clarence was prudent enough to stipulate that none of his family should be present while he was undergoing instruction, and the Court were not to be informed that he was having any lessons at all until he had completed the course and become an accomplished equestrian. "Well, my boy," said the King, when the Crown Prince entered the Royal Parlour after his private lessons in the Palace tiltyard. "Well, and how did you get on, hey?" "Never got on at all," Clarence reluctantly admitted. "Not likely I should, when there wasn't a bally gee in the stables that would let me come near him!" "Clarence!" cried his mother, "you _don't_ mean to say you've been there all this time without riding a single horse!" "I'd have ridden 'em right enough, if they'd let me get on 'em--but they wouldn't." "And pray what was the Marshal about?" inquired the Queen.