In the next room she was stopped again. The Biologist came writhing through the grass.
‘I’ve thought of a little plan, dear Lady Wyse, for starting Prince Dwala on his political career.’
‘Have you? I hope it’s a good one.’
‘First rate. Our member, Crayshaw—he sits for London University, you know....’
‘Hang the details! Ah, there he is!’
Prince Dwala, with his henchman at his side, was lying in wait for Lady Wyse by the second door.
‘Take the ugly duckling away,’ said Lady Wyse; ‘I want to talk to the Prince.’
The Biologist buttonholed poor Huxtable and walked him off. Dwala and Lady Wyse stood face to face again.
‘Well?’ she said.
‘Well?’ he answered.