It would hardly do to expose an impressionable child like the princess to such--er--er ardent spirits.

You might have her developing a spirit of freedom; and you wouldn't like that." "_Mein Gott_, no!" said the baroness with warm conviction.
"Then there's Wiggins--Rupert Carrington.

He's younger and quieter but active enough.

He'd soon teach her to run about." "But is he well-born ?" said the careful baroness.
"Well-born?
He's a _Carrington_," said Doctor Arbuthnot with an impressive air that concealed well his utter ignorance of the ancestry of the higher mathematician.
The baroness accepted Wiggins gloomily.

When the princess, who had hoped for the Twins, heard that he had been chosen, she accepted him with resignation.