Dragonfel grinned most provokingly, and his myrmidons fairly shook with glee, while the Demon Usher cackled his exultation, and poked the Red Spirit on his elastic ribs.
Titania took a little spider-web affair of a handkerchief from her bodice, for her eyes threatened to fill again.
Noting the coming tears, the wicked enchanter hastened to say, in tones that were meant to be particularly comforting:
“No harm shall befall you. When you have a wish you have but to name it.”
“I have one now,” spoke up Titania quickly.
“So have I,” added Dame Drusilda.
“I’ll hear yours later,” said Dragonfel to the latter gruffly, and then turned to Titania with what he thought was a most winning smile. “What is yours?”
“I want my Brownie prince!”
“Didn’t I tell you you were never going to see him again?” said the enchanter, in disgust. “Ask me something else, and make it as hard as you can.”
But Titania had no other wish, and Dame Drusilda was given no opportunity to make hers known.