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224 The Princess and the Goblin
He was standing in the middle of the floor, staring, and looking strangely bewildered. This she thought came of his astonishment at the beauty of the lady.
" Make a bow to my grandmother, Curdie," she said.
"I don't see any grandmother," answered Curdie rather gruffly.
" Don't see my grandmother, when I'm sitting in her lap!" exclaimed the princess.
" No, I don't," reiterated Curdie, in an offended tone.
" Don't you see the lovely fire of roses—white ones amongst them this time?" asked Irene, almost as bewildered as he.
" No, I don't," answered Curdie, almost sulkily.
" Nor the blue bed? Nor the rose-coloured counterpane? Nor the beautiful light, like the moon, hanging from the roof?"
'i You're making game of me, your royal highness; and after what we have come through together this day, I don't think it is kind of you," said Curdie, feeling very much hurt.
"Then what do you see?" asked Irene, who perceived at once that for her not to believe him |
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