"A river under my Palace!"
"Yes, madam," said Browne, "we found it full of punts and little barges, with flaring torches to light them, and a score of sewer men working away like beavers."
"But what were they doing?"
"They were busy unloading the boxes, small chests, several tons, madam."
"Chests of what?"
"Dynamite, madam."
"Good gracious!"
"Please don't be frightened, there's nothing to fear," my Lord laughed easily. "I inspected the work, and the electrician showed me some really excellent casing and insulation. The foreman, a Mr. Briggs, had no doubt whatever that the effect would be most volcanic, and they all took quite a pride when I praised their efforts."
"To blow up the Palace!"
"Yes, Lord Ulster is ever thoughtful for our Lady's comfort. I proposed to send down refreshments."