On her arrival, her beauty struck everybody with wonder. The
gallant Prince gave her a courteous welcome, and led her into the
ball-room; and the King and Queen were as much enchanted with her,
as the Prince conducted her to the supper-table, and was too much
occupied in waiting upon her to partake of anything himself. While
seated, Cinderella heard the clock strike three-quarters past
eleven. She rose to leave, the Prince pressing her to accept an
invitation for the ball on the following evening.
On reaching home, her godmother praised her for being so punctual, and agreed to let her go to the next night's ball.
Although she seemed to be tired, her sisters, instead of showing pity, teased her with glowing accounts of the splendid scene they had just left, and spoke particularly of the beautiful Princess. Cinderella was delighted to hear all this, and asked them the name of the Princess, but they replied, nobody knew her. So much did they say in praise of the lady, that Cinderella expressed a desire to go to the next ball to see the Princess; but this only served to bring out their dislike of poor Cinderella still more, and they would not lend her the meanest of their dresses.