For a moment Caspian was puzzled and then suddenly his heart gave a leap. “Do you mean，” he gasped， “that there were other things？ Do you mean it was like in the stories？ Were there.？”
“Hush！” said Doctor Cornelius， laying his head very close to Caspian‘s. “Not a word more. Don’t you know your Nurse was sent away for telling you about Old Narnia？ The King doesn‘t like it. If he found me telling you secrets， you’d be whipped and I should have my head cut off.”
“But why？” asked Caspian.
“It is high time we turned to Grammar now，” said Doctor Cornelius in a loud voice. “Will your Royal Highness be pleased to open Pulverulentus Siccus at the fourth page of his Grammatical garden or the Arbour of Accidence pleasantlie open‘d to Tender Wits？”
After that it was all nouns and verbs till lunchtime， but I don’t think Caspian learned much. He was too excited. He felt sure that Doctor Cornelius would not have said so much unless he meant to tell him more sooner or later.
