And now of course Digory saw the trap in which he was caught： and he stared at Uncle Andrew， saying nothing， with his mouth wide open. His cheeks had gone very pale.
“I hope，” said Uncle Andrew presently in a very high and mighty voice， just as if he were a perfect Uncle who had given one a handsome tip and some good advice， “I hope， Digory， you are not given to showing the white feather. I should be very sorry to think that anyone of our family had not enough honour and chivalry to go to the aid of.er.a lady in distress.”
“Oh shut up！” said Digory. “If you had any honour and all that， you’d be going yourself. But I know you won‘t. All right. I see I’ve got to go. But you are a beast. I suppose you planned the whole thing， so that she‘d go without knowing it and then I’d have to go after her.”