“I don’t care what you think, and I don’t care what you say.You tell the Professor or you write to Mother or you do anything you like.I know I’ve met a Faun in there and—I wish I’d stayed there and you are all beasts, beasts.”
It was an unpleasant evening.Lucy was mirable and Edmund was beginning to feel that his plan wasn’t w as well as he had expected.The two older ones were really beginning to think that Lucy was out of her mind.They stood in the passage talking about it in whispers long after she had goo bed.
The result was the m they decided that they really would go ahe whole thing to the Professor.“He’ll write to Father if he thinks there is really something wrong with Lu,”said Peter.“it’s getting beyond us.”So they went and k the study door, and the Professor sai.“e in,”and got up and found chairs for them and said he was quite at their disposal.The listening to them with the tips of his fingers presd together and never interrupting, till they had fihe whole story.After that he said nothing for quite a long time.Then he cleared his throat and said the last thiher of them expected：
“How do you know,”he asked.“that your sister’s story is not true?”
“Oh, but—”began Susan, and then stopped.Anyone could e from the old man’s face that he erfectly rious.Then Susan pulled herlf together and said.“But Edmund said they had only beeending.”
“That is a point,”said the Professor.“which certainly derves sideration; very careful sideration.For instance—if you will excu me for asking the question—does your experience lead you tard your brother or your sister as the more reliable?I mean, which is the more truthful?”
“That’s just the funny thing about it, sir,”said Peter.“Up till now, I’d have said Lucy every time.”
“And what do you think, my dear?”said the Professor, turning to Susan.
“Well,”said Susan.“in general, I’d say the same as Peter, but this couldn’t be true—all this about the wood and the Faun.”
“That is more than I know,”said the Professor.“and a charge of lying against someone whom you have always found truthful is a very rious thing; a very rious thing indeed.”