and so o kiss and gentle.

    “Noer.

    Lyra turned ly and slammed into  no sooner  be opened again. Mrs. Coulter anding t or two away.

    “Lyra, if you beation,  bag tant. Control t unpleasant fro. No guests es, and to find you perfectly be, c, attentive, deligicularly and me?”

    “Yes, Mrs. Coulter.”

    “then kiss me.”

    S a little and offered o stand on tiptoe to kiss it.

    Siced   perplexing smell of Mrs. Coulters flesed, but someallic. Sable before folloer back to the drawing room.

    “ do you ter as sly as if not go  you can oo mucerers brought enough ice? Be a dear and go and ask. arm drinks are horrid...”

    Lyra found it e easy to pretend to be liged and calaimons disgust, and of red for tly tinguisly and making pretty ans, and t t to alaimon stretched his goldfinch wings and chirruped loudly.

    S , and became a little more retiring.

    “And te.

    “I dont go to scold her.

    “Really? I t your mot you to her old school. A very good place...”

    Lyra ified until sake.

    “O my mot ant,” santly.

    “I see. And who are your people?”

    Again Lyra o wonder w s before replying.

    “t and countess,” sical accident in th.”

    “?”

    “Count Belacqua. her.”

    t macaation from one foot to anoto froy, so Lyra smiled sly and moved on.

    S a group of men and one young . Sy noo understand ed by tion of Dust, and so listen. to be Scioning took o be a student of some kind.

    “It e—stop