My sister's here, and it will be very jolly in the wood--the three of us," said the Terror in his most persuasive tone.
The princess hesitated, and again she looked back at the sleeping but unbeautiful baroness; then she said with a truly German frankness: "Are you well-born ?" The Terror smiled a little haughtily in his turn and said slowly: "Well, from what Mrs.Blenkinsop said, the Dangerfields were barons in the Weald before they were any Hohenzollerns.

And they did very well at Crecy and Agincourt, too," he added pensively.
The princess seemed reassured; but she still hesitated.
"Suppose the baroness were to wake ?" she said.
A light of understanding brightened the Terror's face: "Oh, is that the baroness snoring?
I thought it was a pig," he said frankly.

"She won't wake for another hour.

Nobody snoring like that could." The assurance seemed to disperse the last doubts of the princess.

She cast one more look back at her crimson Argus, and said: "Very goot; I will coom." She walked to the door lower down the garden wall.