The mother flung herself in the way.
"She lies in pain, and you would disturb her; you would flash your lanterns in her eyes, that if perchance she sleeps, she may wake into a world of pain.

Sir, you will not." "Your Highness--" "It is the mother who beseeches you.

Sir, would you have me on my knees ?" Wogan, but this moment recovered from his alarm, became again uneasy.
Her Highness protested too much; she played her part in the comedy too strenuously.

He judged by the ear; the magistrate had the quivering, terror-stricken face before his eyes, and his pity deepened.
"Your Highness," he said, "I must pray you to let me pass.

I have General Heister's orders to obey." The Princess-mother now gave Wogan reason to applaud her.