The next morning the king and the prime-minister were talking over what they had seen.
While the king was saying these words to Beppo, Beppo was looking fixedly at the prime-minister.
The prime-minister will again speak to you, and this time say, It is well, and I wish you joy.
As he did so Beppo looked at the prime-minister and smiled, and then he withdrew.
The prime-minister wrung his hand again, and then Beppo rode away.
But the prime-minister was as sour about it all as a crab-apple.
Yes, that was what he did; he gave it to the prime-minister to give it to the king.
The prime-minister had been listening to all that had been said, and he knew what he was about.
And did the prime-minister give it to the king, as Jacob Stuck had intended?
Not now, said the prime-minister; you may go now; and the Genie vanished like a puff of smoke.