I followed them out of the room, and down the passage, the Professor murmuring to himself, all the time, as a kind of aid to his feeble memory, “C, C, C; Couch, Cooling-Draught, Correct-Grammar,” till, in turning a corner, he met Sylvie and Bruno, so suddenly that the startled Professor let go of his fat pupil, who instantly took to his heels.
CHAPTER 10. THE OTHER PROFESSOR.
“We were looking for you!” cried Sylvie, in a tone of great relief. “We do want you so much, you ca'n't think!”
“What is it, dear children?” the Professor asked, beaming on them with a very different look from what Uggug ever got from him.
“We want you to speak to the Gardener for us,” Sylvie said, as she and Bruno took the old man's hands and led him into the hall.
“He's ever so unkind!” Bruno mournfully added. “They's all unkind to us, now that Father's gone. The Lion were much nicer!”
“But you must explain to me, please,” the Professor said with an anxious look, “which is the Lion, and which is the Gardener. It's most important not to get two such animals confused together. And one's very liable to do it in their case—both having mouths, you know—”
“Doos oo always confuses two animals together?” Bruno asked.
“Pretty often, I'm afraid,” the Professor candidly confessed. “Now, for instance, there's the rabbit-hutch and the hall-clock.” The Professor pointed them out. “One gets a little confused with them—both having doors, you know. Now, only yesterday—would you believe it?—I put some lettuces into the clock, and tried to wind up the rabbit!”