The princess looked at her rather helplessly; she had never thought of rebelling.
“I don’t think I should tell her that you’ve been with us. She mightn’t think we were good for you. Some people round here don’t seem to understand us,” said the Terror suavely.
The princess looked from one to the other, hesitating with puckered brow; and then, with a touch of appeal in her tone, she said, “Are you coming to-morrow?”
The Twins looked at each other doubtfully. They had no plans for the morrow; but they had hopes that Fortune would find them some more exciting occupation than discussing Germany with one of its inhabitants.
At their hesitation the princess’ face fell woefully; and the appeal in it touched the Terror’s heart.
“We should like to come very much,” he said.
The face of the princess brightened; and her grateful eyes shone on him.
“I don’t think I shall be able to come,” said Erebus with the important air of one burdened with many affairs.
The face of the princess did not fall again; she said: “But if your brother comes?”
“Oh, I’ll come, anyhow,” said the Terror.