“There’ll be a fearful row,” said Bensington.
“In a year or so.”
“So soon as they really see she is going on growing.”
“Unless after their fashion—they hush it up.”
“It’s a lot to hush up.”
“Rather!”
“I wonder what they’ll do?”
“They never do anything—Royal tact.”
“They’re bound to do something.”
“Perhaps she will.”
“O Lord! Yes.”
“They’ll suppress her. Such things have been known.”
Redwood burst into desperate laughter. “The redundant royalty—the bouncing babe in the Iron Mask!” he said. “They’ll have to put her in the tallest tower of the old Weser Dreiburg castle and make holes in the ceilings as she grows from floor to floor! Well, I’m in the very same pickle. And Cossar and his three boys. And—Well, well.”
“There’ll be a fearful row,” Bensington repeated, not joining in t
