“Oh， look， look， look，” cried Jill and pointed. Everyone urned， and everyone saw. Some way off to the north， and good deal higher up than the tableland on which theystood， a line of lights had appeared. This time， even more obviously than when the travellers had seen them the night before， they were windows： smaller windows that made one think deliciously of bedrooms， and larger windows that made one think of great halls with fires roaring on the hearth and hot soup or juicy sirloins smoking on the table.
“Harfang！” exclaimed Scrubb.
“That‘s all very well，” said Puddleglum. “But what I was saying was.”
“Oh， shut up，” said Jill crossly. “We haven’t a moment tolose. Don‘t you remember what the Lady said about their locking up so early？ We must get there in time， we must， we must. We’ll die if we‘re shut out on a night like this.”
