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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Bot vere is Bonker?" he asked, suddenly noticing the absence of his friend. More intimate particulars still were confided to him when they had retired to their own room, and he appeared as surprised and impressed as any wraith-seer could desire. As they parted for the night, the Baron started and sniffed at him. "Vat a strange smell you have!" he exclaimed. "Peat smoke, probably.
I am tired of London and of ze English ladies’ manners. Police to ze Baron von Blitzenberg! Ve shall go to St Egbert’s, Bonker!” The Baron and Mr Bunker walked arm-in-arm along the esplanade at St Egbert’s-on-Sea. “Aha!” said the Baron, “zis is more fresh zan London!”
“I haf been rude, Bonker; I haf insulted you! You forgif me?” “With all my heart, if you think it’s needed, but——” “And you vill not go now? You vill stay here?” “What, two Barons at once? My dear chap, we’d merely confuse the butler.” “Ach, you vill joke, you hombog! But you most stay!” “And what about my friend, Dr Escott? No, Baron, it would only mean breakfast and the next train to Clankwood.”
"You mean you would want to if it were not for the Baroness?" Bunker smiled whimsically; but his friend continued as simply serious as ever. "Alicia is ze most divine woman in ze world I respect her, Bonker, I love her, I gonsider her my better angel; but even in Heaven, I suppose, peoples sometimes vould enjoy a stroll in Piccadeelly, or in some vay to exercise ze legs and shout mit excitement.
That individual was still rubbing his head with a rueful air, and the Baron was about to pour forth all his bottled-up indignation, when at the sight of the driver’s face he started back in blank astonishment. “Bonker!” “It is I indeed, my dear Baron,” replied that gentleman, politely. “I must ask a thousand pardons for causing you this trifling inconvenience.
“Ask her to-morrow.” “No, Bonker,” said the Baron, sadly; “she treats me not like a lover. She talks of friendship. I do not vish a frient!” Mr Bunker looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “You don’t think you have touched her heart?” he asked at length. “I fear not.” “You must try an infallible recipe for winning a woman’s heart. You must be in trouble.” “In trouble!”
The Count informed him. "Tollivoddlesh is nozing to vat I am at home! Abs'lutely nozing! I have a house twice as big as zis, and servants Ach, so many I know not! Bot, mein Bonker, it is not soch fon as zis! Mein Gott, I most get to bed. I toss ze caber to-morrow." And upon the arm of his faithful ally he moved cautiously towards his bedroom.
"Shall I remain through the entire interview?" asked the Count. "Oh yes, mine Bonker, you most! Or vell, soppose it gets unnecessary zen vill I cry 'By ze Gad! and you vill know to go." "'By the Gad'? I see." "Or vell, not ze first time, but if I say it tree times, zen vill you make an excuse." "Three times? I understand, Baron."
"Aha!" smiled the Baron; "my showman again, eh?" His expression sobered, and he added as a final contribution to the debate "But I may tell you, Bonker, I do not eggspect to like Miss Maddison. Ah, my instinct he is vonderful! It vas my instinct vich said. 'Chose Miss Gallosh for Tollyvoddle!"
"And here is the station," added the Count. The Baron's face assumed a piteous expression. "Bonker," he stammered, "I I am afraid! You be ze Tollyvoddle I cannot do him!" "My dear Baron!" "Oh, I cannot!" "Be brave for the honor of the fatherland. Play the bold Blitzenberg!" "Ach, ja; but not bold Tollyvoddle. Zat picture you vere right it vas omen!"
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