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He turned suddenly and met his friend's humorous eyes. "I shall be faithful, Bonker! You can trust me!" he exclaimed; "I shall put it in my letter to Alicia, and send it mit my love! See, Bonker!" He took a letter from his desk its envelope still open hurriedly slipped in the white heather, and licked the gum while his resolution was hot.
"Listen, Bonker, and try to onderstand not jost to make jokes. It appears to me zat Miss Gallosh vill make a good vife to Tollyvoddle. She is so fair, so amiable, and so rich. Could he do better? Should I not lay ze foundations of a happy marriage mit her? Soppose ve do get her instead of Miss Maddison, eh?"
“It is time we were going, Baron, I’m afraid,” he said. “Vat for? Ah, not yet, Bonker, not yet. I am enjoying myself down to ze floor. I most dance again, Bonker, jost vunce more,” pleaded the Baron. “My dear Baron, the noblemen of highest rank must always leave first, and people are talking of going now. Come along, old man.” “Ha, is zat so?” said the Baron. “Zen vill I go.
Ve most drink to ze bairgain, Bonker.” They pledged each other cordially, and talked from that moment like old friends. The Baron was thoroughly pleased with himself, and Mr Bunker seemed no less gratified at his own good fortune. Half an hour went quickly by, and then the Baron exclaimed, “Let us do zomzing to-night, Bonker. I burn for to begin zis show of London.”
Or what do you say to a packet of dynamite in the two-penny tube?" The Baron sobered down a trifle. "Ach, not so fast, not qvite so fast, dear Bonker. Remember I must not get into troble at ze embassy." "My dear fellow, that's your pull. Foreign diplomatists are police-proof!" "Ah, but my wife!" "One stormy hour then tears and forgiveness!" The Baron lowered his voice.
The Baron seemed struck with an idea which he hesitated to express. “Shall we smoke?” his friend suggested. “Vaiter!” cried the Baron, “bring here two best cigars and two coffee!” “A liqueur, Baron?” “Ach, yah. Vat for you?” “A liqueur brandy suggests itself.” “Vaiter! and two brandy.” “And now,” said the Baron, “I haf an idea, Bonker.”
“A novel, a story to tell to mine frients. In a strange city man expects strange zings.” “Well, I’ll do my best for you, but I confess the provision of romantic adventures is a little outside the programme we’ve arranged.” “Ha, ha! Ve shall see, ve shall see, Bonker!”
A couple of hours later the sun was out, and the distant hills shimmering in the heat haze. "Himmel! Ve are alvays lucky, Bonker!" he cried, and with gleeful energy brandished his dumb-bells in final preparation for his muscular exploits. "We certainly have escaped hanging so far," said the Count, as he drew on the trews which became his well-turned leg so happily.
“All, Bonker,—I vill not keep vun! I can get more. No, you most take zem all!” Mr Bunker opened his bag and put in the box without a word. “You most write,” said the Baron, “tell me vere you are. I shall not tell any soul, bot ven I can, I shall gom up, and ve shall sup togezzer vunce more. Pairhaps ve may haf anozzer adventure, ha, ha!” The Baron’s laugh was almost too hearty to be true.
Myself, I am a Bayard mit ze ladies, and Bonker he shall not be less so!" "Thanks, Baron, thanks awfully," said his lordship. "Now my mind is quite at rest!" In the vestibule of the restaurant they bade good-night to the confiding nobleman, and then turned to one another with an adventurer's smile. "You are sure you can leave your diplomatic duties?" asked Essington.
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