But Jane held up the charm and said the word.
'What a splendid conjuring trick!' cried the lady, enchanted with the beautiful, growing arch.
'Go through,' said Anthea.
The lady went, laughing.

But she did not laugh when she found herself, suddenly, in the dining-room at Fitzroy Street.
'Oh, what a HORRIBLE trick!' she cried.

'What a hateful, dark, ugly place!' She ran to the window and looked out.

The sky was grey, the street was foggy, a dismal organ-grinder was standing opposite the door, a beggar and a man who sold matches were quarrelling at the edge of the pavement on whose greasy black surface people hurried along, hastening to get to the shelter of their houses.
'Oh, look at their faces, their horrible faces!' she cried.

'What's the matter with them all ?' 'They're poor people, that's all,' said Robert.
'But it's NOT all! They're ill, they're unhappy, they're wicked! Oh, do stop it, there's dear children.