When Digory and his people went to live in the big country house， they took Uncle Andrew to live with them； for Digory‘s father said， “We must try to keep the old fellow out of mischief， and it isn’t fair that poor Letty should have him always on her hands.” Uncle Andrew never tried any magic again as long as he lived. He had learned his lesson， and in his old age he became a nicer and less selfish old man than he had ever been before. But he always liked to get visitors alone in the billiard.room and tell them stories about a mysterious lady， a foreign royalty， with whom he had driven about London. “A devilish temper she had，” he would say. “But she was a dem fine woman， sir， a dem fine woman.”
