Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 16, 2025
“Vell, vat shall ve do?” he asked. “Let us come first to Liverpool Street Station, if you don’t mind, Baron,” his friend suggested. “I have something in the cloak-room there I want to pick up.” “My dear Bonker, I shall go vere you vill; bot remember I vant to-day more instrogtion and less entertainment.” “You wish to see the practical side of English life?” “Yah—zat is, yes.” Mr Bunker smiled.
Eleanor, she vill also ven I see her. Leave it to me." "You won't go to-day?" "To-morrow, Bonker, I swear I vill for certain!" Bonker pondered. "Hang it!" he exclaimed. "The worst of it is, I've pledged myself to go upon a visit." The Baron listened to the tale of his incipient romance with the greatest relish. "Bot go, my friend!
Bonker, she does have me watched!" "The Baroness?" "Her mozzer." "The deuce, Baron!" The diplomatist gloomily sipped his wine. "You did hush it all up, eh?" he inquired presently. "Completely." "Zank you. I vas so afraid of some scandal!" "So were they; that's where I had 'em." "Did zey write in moch anger?" "No not very much; rather nice letters, in fact." The Baron began to cheer up. "Ach, so!
Ze varning vas to him obviously, so you should not turn it upon me." Bunker opened his eyes. "A deuced ingenious argument," he commented. "It wouldn't have occurred to me if you hadn't explained. Then you claim the privilege of wooing whom you wish?" "Wooing! You forget zat I am married, Bonker." "Oh no, I remember perfectly." His tone disturbed the Baron.
"You are having a capital day's sport, Baron," said the Count gaily, as they drew near Lincoln Lodge. During their drive the Baron had remained unusually silent. He now roused himself and said in a guarded whisper "Bonker, vill you please to give ze coachman some money not to say jost vere he did drive us." "I have done so," smiled the Count.
"And what answer do you generally return?" "Ze answer I make is," said the Baron gravely and with the deliberation the point deserved "Ze answer is zat I shall vait and gonsider vich lady is ze best for him." "The means you employ will no doubt include a further short personal interview with each of them?" "Vun short! Ach, Bonker, I most investigate mit carefulness.
This applause served to reinstate the Baron a little in his own good opinion. He laughed too, though rather noisily than heartily, and suddenly became grave again. “Vat means zis, Bonker? Vat haf I done? Vy should zey treat me zo?”
"What's the matter?" "I haff a head zat tvists and turns like my head never did since many years." The Count had already surmised as much. "Hang it out of the window," he suggested. The Baron made no reply for some minutes. Then with an earnest air he began "Bonker, I have somezing to say to you." "You have the most sympathetic audience outside the clan."
Good night,” and raising his hat again he entered the cab and drove off, assuring the Baron that matters were satisfactorily arranged. “So you have had your adventure, Baron,” he added, with a smile. For a minute or two the Baron was silent. Then he broke into a cheerful guffaw, “Ha, ha, ha! You are a fonny devil, Bonker! Ach, bot it vas pleasant vile it lasted!”
“Let me see the paper,” he said. After perusing it carefully for a little, he at last exclaimed in a tone of pleased discovery, “Hullo! I see that Lady Tulliwuddle is giving a reception and dance to-night. Most of the smart people in town just now are sure to be there. Would you care to go, Baron?” “Ach, surely,” said the Baron, eagerly. “Bot haf you been invited, Bonker?”
Word Of The Day
Others Looking