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Lyra could see, just. Her uncle had managed to knock the
decanter of Tokay off the table, and made it look as if the Porter had done it. The old man put the box down carefully and began to apologize.
"I'm truly sorry, my lord-I must have been closer than I thought-"
"Get something to clear this mess up. Go on, before it soaks into the carpet!"
The Porter hurried out. Lord Asriel moved closer to the wardrobe and spoke in an undertone.
"Since you're in there, you can make yourself useful. Watch the Master closely when he comes in. If you tell me something interesting about him,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I'll keep you from getting further into the trouble you're already in. Understand?"
"Yes,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Uncle."
"Make a noise in there and I won't help you. You're on your own."
He moved away and stood with his back to the fire again as the Porter came back with a brush and dustpan for the glass and a bowl and cloth.
"I can only say once again,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my lord, I do most earnestly beg your pardon; I don't know what-"
"Just clear up the mess."
As the Porter began to mop the wine from the carpet,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the Butler knocked and came in with Lord Asriel's manservant, a man called Thorold. They were carrying between them a heavy case of polished wood with brass handles. They saw what the Porter was doing and stopped dead.
"Yes, it was the Tokay," said Lord Asriel. "Too bad. Is that the lantern? Set it up by the wardrobe, Thorold, if you would. I'll have the screen up at the other end."
Lyra realized that she would be able to see the screen and whatever was on it through the crack in the door, and wondered whether