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Miss Lambart objected that it would mean hewing expensively a path through the wood wide enough to permit his passage, and it was improbable that the owner of the wood would allow it. Thereupon the baroness volunteered to go.
"I'm sorry to hear that they've been worrying you like this. If I'd known, I'd have come down and stopped it earlier," said Sir Maurice in a tone of lively self-reproach. "Stop it? Why, what can you do?" cried Miss Lambart, opening her eyes wide in her surprise. "Well, I have a strong belief that I could lead you to your missing princess. But it's only a belief, mind. So don't be too hopeful."
Wiggins had almost gained the entrance to the cave when, with an ear-piercing yell, the princess sprang upon him and locked her arms round his neck; they swayed, yelling in anything but unison, and came to the ground. "Delicate to fragility," muttered Sir Maurice. "Whatever has she been doing to herself?" said Miss Lambart faintly, gazing at her battling yelling charge with amazed eyes.
Miss Lambart did not tell him that Sir Maurice had taken every care that the affair should not be hushed up. She did not wish every blow to strike him at once. Then the dinner-bell rang; and in heavy haste he rolled off to the dining-room.
Dangerfield that he had not really been deceived by the sunbonnet and that he was very pleased that he had been deceived by it, since it had given him the pleasure of her acquaintance. Miss Lambart and Sir Maurice sat on a bank and talked seriously about everything and certain other things, but chiefly about themselves and each other.
She was pleased to learn that she was in no way responsible for the princess' acquaintance with the Twins; that she had made their acquaintance and cultivated their society while the careless baroness slept in the peach-garden. At half past five Sir Maurice and Miss Lambart took their leave of their entertainers and set out through the wood.
The face of the princess did not fall again; she said: "But if your brother comes?" "Oh, I'll come, anyhow," said the Terror. The voice called again from the wood below, louder. "Oh, it isn't the baroness. It's Miss Lambart," said the princess in a tone of relief. "You take too much notice of that baroness," said Erebus again firmly. "Who is Miss Lambart?" "She's my English lady-in-waiting.
Miss Lambart made no secret of her strong conviction that he would never set eyes, much less hands, on the princess. Count Zerbst's smooth pink face flushed rose-pink all round his fierce little mustache, which in some inexplicable, but unfortunate, fashion accentuated the extraordinary insignificance of his nose; his small eyes sparkled; and he muttered fiercely something about "sdradegy."
They made the passage in silence, careful not to tread on a twig, Sir Maurice walking a few feet in front, and all the while peering earnestly ahead through the branches. Now and again a loud yell came from the knoll; and once a chorus of yells. Once after an uncommonly shrill and piercing yell Miss Lambart said in an astonished whisper: "That was awfully like the princess' voice."
A civil note was then sent back to Captains Elliot and Lambart, signed by P. J. Joubert, telling them "to pass the Vaal river immediately by the road that will be shown to you."
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