As for Florizel, he was quite happy. He saw her every day, and every day when he took his place in his lift there was a fresh jasmine flower lying on the satin cushion. And he pinned it into his buttonhole and wore it there all day, and thought of his lady, and of how that first wonderful day she had dropped a jasmine flower, and how he had picked it up when she pretended she was not looking, and he was pretending that he did not know she was. But all the same he wanted to know exactly how that jasmine flower came there every day, and whose hand brought it. It might be the youngest lady-in-waiting, but Florizel didn't think so. So he went to the palace one morning bright and early, much earlier than usual, and there was no jasmine flower. Then he hid behind one of the white velvet window-curtains of the corridor and waited. And, presently, who should come stealing along on the tips of her pink toes--so as to make no noise at all--but the Princess herself, fresh as the morning in a white muslin frock with a silver ribbon round her darling waist, and a bunch of jasmine at her neck. She took one of the jasmine flowers and kissed it and laid it on the white satin seat of the lift, and when she stepped back there was the Lift-man. 'Oh!' said Candida, and blushed like a child that is caught in mischief. 'Oh!' said Florizel, and he picked up the jasmine and kissed it many times. 'Why do you do that?' said the Princess. 'Because you did,' said the Prince. 'I saw you. Do you want to go on pretending any more?' The Princess did not know what to say, so she said nothing. Florizel came and stood quite close to her. 'I used to wish I was a Prince,' he said, 'but I don't now. I'd rather be an engineer. If I'd been a Prince I should never have seen you.' 'I don't want you to be a bit different,' said the Princess. And she stooped to smell the jasmine in his buttonhole. 'So we're betrothed,' said Florizel. 'Are we?' said Candida. 'Aren't we?' he said. 'Well, yes, I suppose we are,' said she. 'Very well, then,' said Florizel, and he kissed the Princess. 'You're sure you don't mind marrying an engineer?' he said, when she had kissed him back. 'Of course not,' said the Princess. 'Then I'll buy the ring,' said he, and kissed her again. Then she gave him the rest of the jasmine, with a kiss for each star, and he gave her a little keepsake in return, and they parted. 'My heart is yours,' said Florizel, 'and my life is in your hands.' 'My life is yours,' said she, 'and my heart is in your heart.' Now, I am sorry to say that somebody had been listening all the time behind another curtain, and when the Princess had gone to her breakfast and the Lift-man had gone down in his lift, this somebody came out and said, 'Aha!'