‘How do you like the Queen?’ said the Cat in a low voice. 

‘Not at all,’ said Alice: ‘she’s so extremely–‘ Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she went on, ‘–likely to win, that it’s hardly worth while finishing the game.’ 

The Queen smiled and passed on. 

‘Who ARE you talking to?’ said the King, going up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head with great curiosity.

‘It’s a friend of mine–a Cheshire Cat,’ said Alice: ‘allow me to introduce it.’ 

‘I don’t like the look of it at all,’ said the King: ‘however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.’ 

‘I’d rather not,’ the Cat remarked. 

‘Don’t be impertinent,’ said the King, ‘and don’t look at me like that!’ He got behind Alice as he spoke.

‘A cat may look at a king,’ said Alice. ‘I’ve read that in some book, but I don’t remember where.’ 

‘Well, it must be removed,’ said the King very decidedly, and he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, ‘My dear! I wish you would have this cat removed!’ 

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. 

‘-Off with his head!’ she said, without even looking round. 

‘I’ll fetch the executioner myself,’ said the King eagerly, and he hurried off. 

Rosewood and black cherry with white musk, red rose, red musk and a spark of lavender.