"My dear Lady Penelope," said the bishop, sweetly, "do you recollect that I christened you at the early age of three months?"
"No," said Penelope.
"No!" said the bishop, "no, to be sure, how could you? But I did."
"It—it was very kind of you," said Penelope. Titania recovered herself and advanced. Gordon and the rest hung about in the distance, looking as wretched as the ruined wing of the castle.
"Are you married, Penelope?" asked Titania.
"Yes," said Penelope.
"Of course she is," said Bob.
"Hold your tongue, Robert," said his grandmother. "And to whom?"
"I won't say," replied Penelope. "I told you I wouldn't, and I won't."
"I said she wouldn't," cried Bob.