The potatoes left the spoon and landed in a single big lump on the plate.

But a few days previously I had beheld this proud-hearted Princess walking the Prado with her family, with sullen and almost disdainful air, scarce noticing the salutations of the well-dressed throngs which bowed, with uncovered head, as she passed.

Oboy. Now he'd made her mad.

Only on rare occasion.