"I will gladly marry him to-morrow, if he comes to the church," she said; "but if he is not there, what can I do," and she laughed long and merrily, till those who heard her shuddered. When the Princess's ladies came to tell her that Prince Florestan was arrived, she was in the garden, lying on the marble edge of a fountain, feeding the gold fish who swam in the water. "Bid him come to me," she said, "for I will not go any more in state to meet any suitors, neither will I put on grand attire for them. Let him come and find me as I am, since all find it so easy to come and go." So her ladies told the prince that Fiorimonde waited for him near the fountain. She did not rise when he came to where she lay, but his heart bounded with joy, for he had never in his life beheld such a beautiful woman. She wore a thin soft white dress, which clung to her lithe figure. Her beautiful arms and hands were bare, and she dabbled with them in the water, and played with the fish. Her great blue eyes were sparkling with mirth, and were so beautiful, that no one noticed the wicked look hid in them; and on her neck lay the marvellous many-coloured necklace, which was itself a wonder to behold. "You have my best greetings, Prince Florestan," she said. "And you, too, would be my suitor. Have you thought well of what you would do, since so many princes who have seen me have fled for ever, rather than marry me?" and as she spoke, she raised her white hand from the water, and held it out to the Prince, who stooped and kissed it, and scarcely knew how to answer her for bewilderment at her great loveliness. Gervaise followed his master at a short distance, but he was ill at ease, and trembled for fear of what should come. "Come, bid your friend leave us," said Fiorimonde, looking at Gervaise, "and sit beside me, and tell me of your home, and why you wish to marry me, and all pleasant things." Florestan begged that Gervaise would leave them for a little, and he walked slowly away, in a very mournful mood. He went on down the walks, not heeding where he was going, till he met Yolande, who stood beneath a tree laden with rosy apples, picking the fruit, and throwing it into a basket at her feet. He would have passed her in silence, but she stopped him, and said, "Have you come with the new Prince? Do you love your master?" "Ay, better than any one else on the earth," answered Gervaise. "Why do you ask?" "And where is he now," said Yolande, not heeding Gervaise's question. "He sits by the fountain with the beautiful Princess," said Gervaise. "Then, I hope you have said good-bye to him well, for be assured you shall never see him again," said Yolande nodding her head. "Why not, and who are you to talk like this?" asked Gervaise.