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He had not long to wait; he heard the gentle footfall of the princess on the garden path, the door opened, and she came through it. He shook hands with her warmly; and as they went up the screen of trees she told him how she had bidden the baroness and Miss Lambart good night, gone to her bedroom, ruffled the bed, locked the door, and slipped, unseen, down the stairs and out of the house.
Miss Lambart started in her chair; the baroness uttered a gasping grunt; she blinked; she could not believe her ears. "But whad but whad " she said faintly. "Old red peeg," said the princess, somewhat pleased with the effect of the words, and desirous of deepening it. "Bud whad ees eed zat 'appen?" muttered the bewildered baroness.
The Terror nodded amiably to his uncle and put his hands in his pockets; he wore the detached air of a spectator. "But if you don't come of yourself, we shall have to carry you," said Miss Lambart sternly. The Terror intervened; he said in his most agreeable tone: "I don't see how you can. You can't touch a princess you know. It would be lèse-majesté. She's told me all about it."
Lambart as actual, while he thinks that the halo must be an illusion; and so he reverts again to his physical condition. The priest held up both his hands, the diary states, "as if there were something between them. But there is a sort of cloud or dimness over this object, whatever it may be. My poor Aunt Kathie suffered much from her eyes in her old age." One can guess what the priest of St.
Miss Lambart agreed to make no further attempt to capture the princess; and she came out of hiding and took her tea with them. Miss Lambart was, indeed, pleased with, at any rate, the physical change in the princess, induced by her short stay at the knoll: she was a browner, brighter, stronger child.
At last they began to discuss the measure of summoning to their aid the local police; and for some time debated whether it was worth the risk of the ridicule it might bring upon them. Miss Lambart had listened to them with distrait ears since she had something more pleasant to give her mind to. But at last she said with some impatience: "Why can't the princess stay where she is?
"But it would not necessarily be a matter of persuasion." "But what else could it be children of thirteen or fourteen!" cried Miss Lambart. "I assure you that it might quite easily have been force," said Sir Maurice seriously. "My nephew and niece are encamped on Deeping Knoll. It is honeycombed with dry sand-stone caves for the most part communicating with one another.
They walked briskly to the edge of the steep bank; and he half carried her down it; and he led her through the wood toward the drive from which Miss Lambart had called. As they went he adjured her to confine herself to the simple if incomplete statement that she had been walking in the wood.
The quick ears of Erebus were the first to catch its throbbing note, and that while it was still two hundred yards from the entrance of the path to the knoll. Ever since the departure of Miss Lambart and Sir Maurice the Twins had been making ready against invasion, conveying their provisions and belongings to the secret caves.
Miss Lambart described the knoll and its position as clearly as she could, and of the Twins she said as little as possible. Then he asked her with considerable acerbity why she had not exercised her authority and brought the princess back with her.
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