“You shall have the powders,” said Redwood.
“I suppose you couldn’t—”
“No fear,” said Redwood. “There isn’t a recipe. It’s no good, Winkles, if you’ll pardon my frankness. I’ll make you the powders myself.”
“Just as well, perhaps,” said Winkles, after a momentary hard stare at Redwood—“just as well.” And then: “I can assure you I really don’t mind in the least.”
IV.
When Winkles had gone Bensington came and stood on the hearth-rug and looked down at Redwood.
“Her Serene Highness!” he remarked.
“Her Serene Highness!” said Redwood.
“It’s the Princess of Weser Dreiburg!”
“No further than a third cousin.”