When the Prince entered the enchanted castle he noticed about it an air of unusual quiet, as if there were a meeting of the American Peace Society.
Everybody is asleep, he muttered. "There isn't a single defense gun mounted on a parapet. I don't believe there is a rifle on the premises. No ammunition, either."
Walking rapidly upstairs, he saw a couple of servants lying prone.
This reminds me of the time I lived in the suburbs, he continued.
Entering one of the sleeping-rooms, he discovered the celebrated beauty, sound asleep, in the four-poster.
This must be a frame-up, he observed. "I see it all. If I wake her up,
I shall have to marry her."
He was about to pass down the stairs, when a voice stopped him.
Well, why not? said the voice. "The young woman has not received a modern education. She cannot drive a motor, play bridge, insist upon your going to the most fashionable restaurant and ordering eight dollars' worth of worthless imitation food, dance like a fiend, and spend money generally like the manager of an international war. She's been asleep so long that she might be just the one you want."
By Jove! exclaimed the Prince. "And to think I might have gone off without her!" So saying, he did the proper thing.