“Now， slave， how long am I to wait for my chariot？” thundered the Witch. Uncle Andrew cowered away from her. Now that she was really present， all the silly thoughts he had had while looking at himself in the glass were oozing out of him. But Aunt Letty at once got up from her knees and came over to the centre of the room.
“And who is this young person， Andrew， may I ask？” said Aunt Letty in icy tones.
“Distinguished foreigner.v.very important p.person，” he stammered.
“Rubbish！” said Aunt Letty， and then， turning to the Witch， “Get out of my house this moment， you shameless hussy， or I‘ll send for the police.” She thought the Witch must be someone out of a circus and she did not approve of bare arms.
“What woman is this？” said Jadis. “Down on your knees， minion， before I blast you.”
“No strong language in this house if you please， young woman，” said Aunt Letty.
