side me, discussing an open letter, which had just been handed to him by the Professor, who stood, meekly waiting, a few yards off.
"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:—
"—— and we therefore entreat you graciously to accept the Kingship, to which you have been unanimously elected by the Council of Elfland : and that you will allow your son Bruno——of whose goodness, cleverness, and beauty, reports have reached us——to be regarded as Heir-Apparent."
"But what's the difficulty?" said my Lady.
"Why, don't you see? The Ambassador, that brought this, is waiting in the house: and he's sure to see Sylvie and Bruno: and then, when he sees Uggug, and remembers all that about 'goodness, cleverness, and beauty,' why, he's sure to———"
