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"I fear I ca'n't, your Excellency!" the old man faltered. "What will the Warden " "True, true!" the Vice-Warden interrupted. "Your position, as Court-Professor, makes it awkward, I admit. Well, well! Then the Election shall be held without you." "Better so, than if it were held within me!" the Professor murmured with a bewildered air, as if he hardly knew what he was saying.
You might have seen, with half an eye," he added, "that that's his line. Military genius, indeed! Pooh!" "Dinner ready yet?" the Baron enquired, as he hurried into the room. "Will be in a few minutes," the Vice-Warden replied. "Meanwhile, let's take a turn in the garden. You were telling me," he continued,
Borlace, vice-warden of the stannaries. Some, he says, afford more, and some do not afford so much. A sixth part of the gross produce is the rent, too, of several very fertile lead mines in Scotland.
The door opened, very slowly and cautiously, and the Professor peeped in, Uggug's stupid face being just visible behind him. "It is a beautiful arrangement!" the Vice-warden was saying with enthusiasm. "You see, my precious one, that there are fifteen houses in Green Street, before you turn into West Street." "Fifteen houses! Is it possible?" my Lady replied. "I thought it was fourteen!"
"If it were not for those two brats," I heard him mutter, glancing savagely at Sylvie and Bruno, who were courteously listening to the Gardener's song, "there would be no difficulty whatever." "Let's hear that bit of the letter again," said my Lady. And the Vice-Warden read aloud:
"His Highness haf not " the music-master began, but was sharply stopped by the Vice-warden. "Silence, Sir! Go and turn over the music for his Highness. And meanwhile, Baron, I'll just show you a most interesting map we have of Outland, and Fairyland, and that sort of thing."
Come in for a minute, and bring the music-master with you! To turn over the music for him," he added as an explanation. Uggug, having filled his basket with frogs, had no objection to obey, and soon appeared in the room, followed by a fierce-looking little man, who asked the Vice-Warden "Vot music vill you haf?" "The Sonata that His Highness plays so charmingly," said the Vice-Warden.
And he and the Vice-Warden joined hands, and skipped wildly about the room. My Lady was too dignified to skip, but she laughed like the neighing of a horse, and waved her handkerchief above her head: it was clear to her very limited understanding that something very clever had been done, but what it was she had yet to learn.
"What's all this noise about?" the Vice-warden angrily enquired, as he strode into the room. "And who put the hat-stand here?"
"That kind is poisonous," she explained. "But what a pity! You missed seeing the fish pulled out!" An enormous dead cod-fish was lying on the bank, with the hook in its mouth. "I had always fancied," the Baron faltered, "that cod were salt-water fish?" "Not in this country," said the Vice-Warden. "Shall we go in? Ask my son some question on the way any subject you like!"
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