WILLIAM AND THE WAXWORK PRINCE 97
pointing to William, " I don't like that one. Why did they get such a nugly one ? "
Perhaps they couldn't afford two pretty ones, dear," said the youngest spectator's mother, " and they got this one cheap."
" Yes," said the youngest spectator, satisfied. " I expect they got it very cheap."
And they passed on to Mary Queen of Scots.
A negligent youth in plus-fours now approached. He had brought with him a party of which he was evidently the admired centre, and spoke languidly with the accent that is generally supposed to hail from Oxford. He took up his stand just in front of William and began to hold forth to the admiring group.
" Of carse," he said, " to anyone who knows anything about anatomy these things are frightfully amusing. Doing medicine, of carse, one knows anatomy from A to Z. These models are made with≠out any regard to anatomy at all. Look at that one, forinstance." He pointed languidly at William. "It's quite absurd to anyone who knows anything about anatomy. Legs and arms entirely wrong. Out of proportion, set at wrong angles, andówell, the muscles that are represented are quite wrong ones. For instance," he pointed to William's leg, so nearly touching it that it was all William could do not to flinch, ' you can see that they've made an attempt to reproduce a muscle just heah in the moulding of the figure, but the amusin' thing is that there is no muscle just heah in a human being's leg. Ha, ha ! Most amusin', by Jove ! "
And he passed on to Perkin Warbeck.
William was already tired of being a waxwork. The lace collar tickled his neck and the feather in his hat tickled his ear and he was fighting against an almost irresistible temptation to scratch both. Also he'd got pins and needles in his arm and something a