CHAPTER SIX THE BEGINNING OF UNCLE ANDREW’S TROUBLES（第2/3页）
“Peace ！ You talk far too much．Listen to your first task． I see we are in a large city．Procure for me at once a chariot or a flying carpet or a well-trained dragon，or whatever is usual for royal and noble persons in your land．Then bring me to places where I can get clothes and jewels and slaves fit for my rank． Tomorrow I will begin the conquest of the world．”
“I-I-I’ll go and order a cab at once，”gasped Uncle Andrew．
“Stop，”said the Witch，just as he reached the door．“Do not dream of treachery．My eyes can see through walls and into the minds of men．They will be on you wherever you go．At the first sign of disobedience I will lay such spells on you that anything you sit down on will feel like red hot iron and whenever you lie in a bed there will be invisible blocks of ice at your feet．Now go．”
The old man went out，looking like a dog with its tail between its legs．
The children were now afraid that Jadis would have something to say to them about what had happened in the wood．As it turned out，however，she never mentioned it either then or afterwards． I think（and Digory thinks too）that her mind was of a sort which cannot remember that quiet place at all，and however often you took her there and however long you left her there，she would still know nothing about it．Now that she was left alone with the children，she took no notice of either of them．And that was like her too．In Charn she had taken no notice of Pony（till the very end）because Digory was the one she wanted to make use of． Now that she had Uncle Andrew，she took no notice of Digory．I expect most witches are like that．They are not interested in things or people unless they can use them；they are terribly practical． So there was silence in the room for a minute or two．But you could tell by the way Jadis tapped her foot on the floor that she was growing impatient．
Presently she said，as if to herself，“What is the old fool doing ？ I should have brought a whip．”She stalked out of the room in pursuit of Uncle Andrew without one glance at the children．
“Whew ！”said Polly，letting out a long breath of relief．“And now I must get home．It’s frightfully late．I shall catch it．”
“Well do，do come back as soon as you can，”said Digory．“This is simply ghastly，having her here．We must make some sort of plan．”
“That’s up to your Uncle now，”said Polly．“It was he who started all this messing about with Magic．”
“All the same，you will come back，won’t you ？ Hang it all，you can’t leave me alone in a scrape like this．”
“I shall go home by the tunnel，”said Polly rather coldly． “That’ll be the quickest way．And if you want me to come back， hadn’t you better say you’re sorry ？”
“Sorry ？”exclaimed Digory．“Well now，if that isn’t just like a girl ！ What have I done ？”
“Oh nothing of course，”said Polly sarcastically．“Only nearly screwed my wrist off in that room with all the waxworks，like a cowardly bully．Only struck the bell with the hammer，like a silly idiot．Only turned back in the wood so that she had time to catch hold of you before we jumped into our own pool．That’s all．”
“Oh，”said Digory，very surprised．“Well，all right，I’ll say I’m sorry．And I really am sorry about what happened in the waxworks room．There：I’ve said I’m sorry．And now，do be decent and come back．I shall be in a frightful hole if you don’t．”
“I don’t see what’s going to happen to you．It’s Mr. Ketterley who’s going to sit on red hot chairs and have ice in his bed，isn’t it ？”
“It isn’t that sort of thing，”said Digory．“What I’m bothered about is Mother．Suppose that creature went into her room．She might frighten her to death．”
“Oh，I see，”said Polly in rather a different voice．“All right． We’ll call it Pax．I’ll come back-if I can．But I must go now．”And she crawled through the little door into the tunnel；and that dark place among the rafters which had seemed so exciting and adventurous a few hours ago，seemed quite tame and homely now．
We must now go back to Uncle Andrew．His poor old heart went pit-a-pat as he staggered down the attic stairs and he kept on dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief．When he reached his bedroom，which was the floor below，he locked himself in．And the very first thing he did was to grope in his wardrobe for a bottle and a wine-glass which he always kept hidden there where Aunt Letty could not find them．He poured himself out a glassful of some nasty，grown-up drink and drank it off at one gulp．Then he drew a deep breath．
“Upon my word，”he said to himself．“I’m dreadfully shaken． Most upsetting ！ And at my time of life ！”
He poured out a second glass and drank it too；then he began to change his clothes．You have never seen such clothes， but I can remember them．He put on a very high，shiny，stiff collar of the sort that made you hold your chin up all the time. He put on a white waistcoat with a pattern on it and arranged his gold watch chain across the front．He put on his best frock-coat，the one he kept for weddings and funerals．He got out his best tall hat and polished it up．There was a vase of flowers（put there by Aunt Letty）on his dressing table；he took one and put it in his button—hole．He took a clean handkerchief（a lovely one such as you couldn’t buy today）out of the little left—hand drawer and put a few drops of scent on it．He took his eye-glass，with the thick black ribbon，and screwed it into his eye；then he looked at himself in the mirror.
Children have one kind of silliness，as you know，and grown-ups have another kind．At this moment Uncle Andrew was beginning to be silly in a very grown-up way．Now that the Witch was no longer in the same room with him he was quickly forgetting how she had frightened him and thinking more and more of her wonderful beauty．He kept on saying to himself，“A dem fine woman，sir，a dem fine woman．A superb creature．”He had also somehow managed to forget that it was the children who had got hold of this“superb creature”：he felt as if he himself by his Magic had called her out of unknown worlds．
“Andrew，my boy，”he said to himself as he looked in the glass，“you’re a devilish well preserved fellow for your age．A distinguished-looking man，sir．”
You see，the foolish old man was actually beginning to imagine the Witch would fall in love with him．The two drinks probably had something to do with it，and so had his best clothes．
But he was，in any case，as vain as a peacock；that was why he had become a Magician．
He unlocked’ the door，went downstairs，sent the housemaid out to fetch a hansom（everyone had lots of servants in those days）and looked into the drawing—room．There，as he expected， he found Aunt Letty．She was busily mending a mattress．It lay on the floor near the window and she was kneeling on it．