I can't, and I can't help it,' said Curdie, turning to leave the room.
'What SHALL I do, grandmother ?' sobbed the princess, turning her face round upon the lady's bosom, and shaking with suppressed sobs.
'You must give him time,' said her grandmother; 'and you must be content not to be believed for a while.

It is very hard to bear; but I have had to bear it, and shall have to bear it many a time yet.

I will take care of what Curdie thinks of you in the end.

You must let him go now.' 'You're not coming, are you ?' asked Curdie.
'No, Curdie; my grandmother says I must let you go.

Turn to the right when you get to the bottom of all the stairs, and that will take you to the hall where the great door is.' 'Oh! I don't doubt I can find my way--without you, princess, or your old grannie's thread either,' said Curdie quite rudely.
'Oh, Curdie! Curdie!' 'I wish I had gone home at once.