'Well, well,' said the King, with a particularly arch look, 'I dare say we shall be able to do you a good turn in that way too.' 'Is this the place where kings are crowned?' demanded Yellow-cap. 'Certainly; where else could it be?' returned the King. 'Then I will be crowned this moment,' said Yellow-cap in the commanding tone which he had found it best to use towards these London people. 'Is there an Archbishop present? And let somebody fetch a throne!' 'Here is the throne, please your Worship,' said the half-witted youth, leading forward the donkey. 'And here is the Archbishop, at your service,' said one of the persons in the white dominoes, making a bow. 'That won't do,' said Yellow-cap sharply. 'You are the Prime Maniac--only you have shaved your moustachios.' 'That makes all the difference, please your Highness,' replied the other humbly. 'And now I look at you again,' continued Yellow-cap, 'I think I remember you before you were a Prime Maniac. I remember you when you were only three feet high.' 'It is all the same,' answered the other again. 'I rise to the occasion.' 'Well, it makes no difference, I suppose,' said Yellow-cap, after a pause, bestriding the donkey's back. 'Now for the crown!' King Ormund took the crown from his brow and handed it to the Archbishop, who put it on Yellow-cap's head, over the yellow cap. Then all the courtiers round about murmured their congratulations, the audience that filled the theatre shouted 'Hooray!' and 'Encore!' the ex-King clapped him on the shoulder and said, 'Bless you, my boy!' and Silvia whispered in his ear, 'Now you are King!' 'Long live King Yellow-cap!' roared everybody. 'How do you like it?' asked Ormund pleasantly. 'I feel about as I did before,' replied the new King, in a slightly disappointed tone. 'How much does this crown weigh? Haven't you a lighter one?' 'No; and you won't find that one grow any lighter,' said Ormund, with a chuckle. 'But if you don't feel any difference I do! I am ten years younger already. I am positively light-headed.' 'Well, at all events I am a King!' said Yellow-cap. 'And now,' observed Ormund, rubbing his hands and glancing at Silvia, 'since the coronation is over, what do you say to our having the wedding?' 'Yes--yes; the wedding!' echoed all the courtiers. Silvia arranged the ribbon at her throat, looked coquettishly at King Yellow-cap, and murmured in his ear-- 'What says your Majesty? There is no time like the present.' 'Wedding!' repeated King Yellow-cap, turning from one to another. 'Whose wedding?' 'Whose but your own, gracious liege!' replied the courtiers. 'My own! Nonsense! Whom should I marry?' 'Whom but Silvia, most puissant prince?' said the courtiers again. 'Silvia? Why, she is barmaid at the inn! And besides, she is engaged to marry somebody else.'