“It isn’t at all,” said John. “It’s the unvarnished truth. And if you want any further argument, always remember this. When you came to Sundial you went straight up to the throne. Well, once you’re there, pyjamas and such things don’t count. The Queen can do no wrong.”
Miss de Lisle laughed.
“Listen to the Queen-maker,” she said. “Well, be it so. I’m up on the throne of Sundial—Heaven knows why. The trouble is I’ve only a pasteboard crown.”
“What do you mean?” said Christopher, lighting his pipe.
“I’ve no power,” said Audrey. “At best, I’m only a doll.”
“I should have said you were omnipotent. You’ve only to breathe to——”
“Real power,” said Audrey. “I can’t put anything right. I can smile and say ‘Never mind,’ but that’s where I get off. Now, the Lord of the Manor’s got power. He’s a real king—worse luck.”
“ ‘The Lord of the Manor’? Who’s been talking of him?”
“My subjects, of course,” said Audrey, crossing her ankles. “They hate him like anything. But what can I do? I’ve only a pasteboard crown.”
“Why do they hate him?” said John.