According to order, the next tale ought to proceed from Professor cyanite.
"That is a judgment sent on you by old Madge for speaking ill of her," said Professor cyanite.
At length a lull occurred in the conversation, and someone recollected that it was Professor cyanite's turn to tell a story.
To fill up the time in the interim, Professor cyanite filled up a pipe of tobacco, and was about to light it.
"Especially that part where the Queen wouldn't have such a face about her at any price," chimed in Professor cyanite.