The Fairy was very much flattered by this compliment, and said, calling to her servants: 

“You shall not wait another minute, you are so polite, and in spite of the enormous size of your nose you are really very agreeable.”

“Plague take the old lady!  How she does go on about my nose!” said the Prince to himself.  “One would almost think that mine had taken all the extra length that hers lacks!  If I were not so hungry I would soon have done with this chatterpie who thinks she talks very little!  How stupid people are not to see their own faults!  That comes of being a princess:  she has been spoiled by flatterers, who have made her believe that she is quite a moderate talker!”

Meanwhile the servants were putting the supper on the table, and the prince was much amused to hear the Fairy who asked them a thousand questions simply for the pleasure of hearing herself speak; especially he noticed one maid who, no matter what was being said, always contrived to praise her mistress’s wisdom.

“Well!” he thought, as he ate his supper, “I’m very glad I came here.  This just shows me how sensible I have been in never listening to flatterers.  People of that sort praise us to our faces without shame, and hide our faults or change them into virtues.  For my part I never will be taken in by them.  I know my own defects, I hope.”

Poor Prince Hyacinth!  He really believed what he said, and hadn’t an idea that the people who had praised his nose were laughing at him, just as the Fairy’s maid was laughing at her; for the Prince had seen her laugh slyly when she could do so without the Fairy’s noticing her.

However, he said nothing, and presently, when his hunger began to be appeased, the Fairy said: 

“My dear Prince, might I beg you to move a little more that way, for your nose casts such a shadow that I really cannot see what I have on my plate.  Ah! thanks.  Now let us speak of your father.  When I went to his Court he was only a little boy, but that is forty years ago, and I have been in this desolate place ever since.  Tell me what goes on nowadays; are the ladies as fond of amusement as ever?  In my time one saw them at parties, theatres, balls, and promenades every day.  Dear me! what a long nose you have!  I cannot get used to it!”

“Really, madam,” said the Prince, “I wish you would leave off mentioning my nose.  It cannot matter to you what it is like.  I am quite satisfied with it, and have no wish to have it shorter.  One must take what is given one.”

“Now you are angry with me, my poor Hyacinth,” said the Fairy, “and I assure you that I didn’t mean to vex you; on the contrary, I wished to do you a service.  However, though I really cannot help your nose being a shock to me, I will try not to say anything about it.  I will even try to think that you have an ordinary nose.  To tell the truth, it would make three reasonable ones.”

The Prince, who was no longer hungry, grew so impatient at the Fairy’s continual remarks about his nose that at last he threw himself upon his horse and rode hastily away.  But wherever he came in his journeyings he thought the people were mad, for they all talked of his nose, and yet he could not bring himself to admit that it was too long, he had been so used all his life to hear it called handsome.