"It's strange how hard." "By my faith," said the King, "I begin to be glad that Mr Dale asked no more.

For if it be hard to grant him this little thing, it might have been easy to grant him more.

Come, is it granted to him ?" "Let him ask for it again," said she, and leaving the King she came and stood before me, raising her eyes to mine.

"Would you leave me, Simon ?" she cried.
"Yes, I would leave you, madame," said I.
"To go whither ?" "I don't know." "Yet the question isn't hard," interposed the King.

"And the answer is--elsewhere." "Elsewhere!" cried Nell.