The baby awoke at the sound and moaned, and Nannie Slagg retreated. ‘His little lordship,’ she whimpered weakly, ‘his pretty little lordship.’ ‘Slagg,’ said the Countess, ‘go away! I would like to see the boy when he is six. Find a wet nurse from the Outer Dwellings. Make him green dresses from the velvet curtains. Take this gold ring of mine. Fix a chain to it. Let him wear it around his wry little neck. Call him Titus. Go away and leave the door six inches open.’
