Daughter of Eve, from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of WarDrobe, will you come and take tea with me? It's only just around the corner. There'll be a roaring fire - and toast - and sardines - and cake.
(Take my arm, Daughter of Eve. I'll hold my umbrella over the both of us. That's the way. Now - off we go to my humble home. After you, Daughter of Eve. Take a seat while I prepare the tea things.)
(Oh, you want to explore? Explore, explode or stand on your head it's all the same to me. I'm concentrating on the cookery side of life.)
(Now, Daughter of Eve! I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I've done everything. Nice brown eggs, lightly boiled. Sardines on toast. Buttered toast. Toast with honey. And we’ll finish with sugar-topped cake. I hope that'll do.)
(Watching Lucy tuck in! .. then realising and sobbing) Oh — oh — oh! I don’t suppose there’s ever been a worse Faun since the beginning of the world. My old father, now, (Points to the portrait over the mantelpiece) he would never have done a thing like this. I'm in the pay of the White Witch.
She’s the one who keeps all Narnia under her crooked thumb. She's the one who makes it always Winter. Always winter and never Christmas; think of that.
I'm paid to be a-kidnapper. Look at me, Daughter of Eve. Would you believe that I’m the sort of Faun to meet a poor innocent child in the wood and invite it home to my cave for tea, so that I could hand it over to the White Witch?
You don’t think I could do that? but I have. Don't you understand? It's not something I have done. I'm doing it now.