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Sylvie and Bruno-Part11_Lewis Carrol(1832-1898)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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The door opened, very slowly and cautiously, and the Professor peeped

in, Uggug's stupid face being just visible behind him.



"It is a beautiful arrangement!" the Vice-warden was saying with

enthusiasm. "You see, my precious one, that there are fifteen houses



in Green Street, before you turn into West Street."

"Fifteen houses! Is it possible?" my Lady replied. "I thought it was



fourteen!" And, so intent were they on this interesting question, that

neither of them even looked up till the Professor, leading Uggug by the



hand, stood close before them.

My Lady was the first to notice their approach.



"Why, here's the Professor!" she exclaimed in her blandest tones.

"And my precious child too! Are lessons over?"



"A strange thing has happened!" the Professor began in a trembling tone.

"His Exalted Fatness" (this was one of Uggug's many titles)



"tells me he has just seen, in this very room, a Dancing-Bear and a

Court-Jester!"



The Vice-Warden and his wife shook with well-acted merriment.

Not in this room, darling!" said the fond mother. "We've been sitting



here this hour or more, reading--," here she referred to the book

lying on her lap, "--reading the--the City-Directory."



"Let me feel your pulse, my boy!" said the anxious father.

"Now put out your tongue. Ah, I thought so! He's a little feverish,



Professor, and has had a bad dream. Put him to bed at once, and give

him a cooling draught."



"I ain't been dreaming!" his Exalted Fatness remonstrated, as the

Professor led him away.



"Bad grammar, Sir!" his father remarked with some sternness.

"Kindly attend to that little matter, Professor, as soon as you have



corrected the feverishness. And, by the way, Professor!"

(The Professor left his distinguished pupil standing at the door,



and meekly returned.) "There is a rumour afloat, that the people wish

to elect an--in point of fact, an --you understand that I mean an--"



"Not another Professor!" the poor old man exclaimed in horror.

"No! Certainly not!" the Vice-Warden eagerly explained.



"Merely an Emperor, you understand."

"An Emperor!" cried the astonished Professor, holding his head between



his hands, as if he expected it to come to pieces with the shock.

"What will the Warden--"



"Why, the Warden will most likely be the new Emperor!" my Lady

explained. "Where could we find a better? Unless, perhaps--"



she glanced at her husband.

"Where indeed!" the Professor fervently responded, quite failing to



take the hint.

The Vice-Warden resumed the thread of his discourse. "The reason I



mentioned it, Professor, was to ask you to be so kind as to preside at

the Election. You see it would make the thing respectable--no



suspicion of anything, underhand--"

"I fear I ca'n't, your Excellency!" the old man faltered.



"What will the Warden--"

"True, true!" the Vice-Warden interrupted. "Your position, as



Court-Professor, makes it awkward, I admit. Well, well!

Then the Election shall be held without you."



"Better so, than if it were held within me!" the Professor murmured

with a bewildered air, as if he hardly knew what he was saying.



"Bed, I think your Highness said, and a cooling-draught?"

And he wandered dreamily back to where Uggug sulkily awaited him.



I followed them out of the room, and down the passage, the Professor

murmuring to himself, all the time, as a kind of aid to his feeble



memory, "C, C, C; Couch, Cooling-Draught, Correct-Grammar," till,

in turning a corner, he met Sylvie and Bruno, so suddenly that the



startled Professor let go of his fat pupil, who instantly took to his

heels.



CHAPTER 10.

THE OTHER PROFESSOR.



"We were looking for you!" cried Sylvie, in a tone of great relief.

"We do want you so much, you ca'n't think!"



"What is it, dear children?" the Professor asked, beaming on them with

a very different look from what Uggug ever got from him.



"We want you to speak to the Gardener for us," Sylvie said, as she and

Bruno took the old man's hands and led him into the hall.



"He's ever so unkind!" Bruno mournfully added. "They's all unkind to us,

now that Father's gone. The Lion were much nicer!"



"But you must explain to me, please," the Professor said with an

anxious look, "which is the Lion, and which is the Gardener.



It's most important not to get two such animals confused together.

And one's very liable to do it in their case--both having mouths,






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