“Pooh！” thought Digory to himself. “Him a Magician！ Not much. Now she’s the real thing.”
Uncle Andrew kept on rubbing his hands and bowing. He was trying to say something very polite， but his mouth had gone all dry so that he could not speak. His “experiment” with the rings， as he called it， was turning out more successful than he liked： for though he had dabbled in Magic for years he had always left all the dangers （as far as one can） to other people. Nothing at all like this had ever happened to him before.
Then Jadis spoke； not very loud， but there was something in her voice that made the whole room quiver.
“Where is the Magician who has called me into this world？”
“Ah.ah.Madam，” gasped Uncle Andrew， “I am most honoured.highly gratified.a most unexpected pleasure. i f o n l y I h a d h a d t h e o p p o r t u n i t y o f m a k i n g a n y preparations.I.I.”
“Where is the Magician， Fool？” said Jadis.
“I.I am， Madam. I hope you will excuse any.er. liberty these naughty children may have taken. I assure you there was no intention.”