Then the Prince superintended the fixing of the Princess's lift--the Argentinella design--and the Princess Candida herself came to look on at the works; and she and Florizel met, and their eyes met, and their hands met, because his caught hers, and dragged her back just in time to save her from being crushed by a heavy steel bar that was being lowered into its place. 'Why, you've saved my life,' said the Princess. But Florizel could say nothing. His heart was beating too fast, and it seemed to be beating in his throat, and not in its proper place behind his waistcoat. 'Who are you?' said the Princess. 'I'm an engineer,' said the Prince. 'Oh dear!' said the Princess, 'I thought you were a Prince. I'm sure you look more like a Prince than any Prince _I've_ ever seen.' 'I wish I was a Prince,' said Florizel; 'but I never wished it till three minutes ago.' The Princess smiled, and then she frowned, and then she went away. Florizel went straight back to the office, where his father, Mr. Rex Bloomsbury, was busy at his knee-hole writing-table. He spent the morning at the office, and the afternoon in the workshop. 'Father,' he said, 'I don't know what ever will become of me. I wish I was a Prince!' The King and Queen of Bohemia had never let their son know that he was a Prince; for what is the use of being a Prince if there's never going to be a kingdom for you? Now, the King, who was called R. Bloomsbury, Esq., looked at his son over his spectacles and said: 'Why?' 'Because I've been and gone and fallen head over ears in love with the Princess Candida.' The father rubbed his nose thoughtfully with his fountain pen. 'Humph!' he said; 'you've fixed your choice high.' 'Choice!' cried the Prince distractedly. 'There wasn't much choice about it. She just looked at me, and there I was, don't you know? I didn't _want_ to fall in love like this. Oh, father, it hurts most awfully! What ever shall I do?' After a long pause, full of thought, his father replied: 'Bear it, I suppose.' 'But I _can't_ bear it--at least, not unless I can see her every day. Nothing else in the world matters in the least.' 'Dear me!' said his father. 'Couldn't I disguise myself as a Prince, and try to make her like me a little?' 'The disguise you suggest is quite beyond our means at present.' 'Then I'll disguise myself as a lift attendant,' said Florizel. And what is more, he did it. His father did not interfere. He believed in letting young people manage their own love affairs. So that when the lift was finished, and the Princess and her ladies crowded round to make the first ascent in it, there was Florizel dressed in white satin knee-breeches, and coat with mother-o'-pearl buttons. He had silver buckles to his shoes, and a tiny opal breast-pin on the lappet of his coat, where the white flower goes at weddings. When the Princess saw him she said: