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Updated: June 16, 2025
Round and round he went, the only figure in the middle of the room, his arms akimbo, his feet rat-tatting and kicking to the music, while high above the band resounded his friend’s shouts of “Bravo, Bonker! Wunderschön!
A minute later he was back in the ballroom looking anxiously for the Baron, but that nobleman was nowhere to be seen. “The devil!” he said to himself. “Can they have tackled him too?” But as he ran downstairs a gust of cheerful laughter set his mind at ease. “Ha, ha, ha! Vere is old Bonker? He also vill shoot vid me!”
Maddison is erecting an ibis house in connection with the aviary. Ri has gone to Kamchatka, but hopes to be back by the 12th " "And Eleanor no vord of her?" "It was she who wrote, don't you know." "Eleanor and also to you! Bot vy should she?" "Can't imagine; can you?" The Baron shook his head solemnly. "No, Bonker, I cannot."
"Her mozzer vill visit us next veek. I loff and respect Lady Grillyer; but I should not like to have to ask her for forgiveness." "Yes, she has rather an uncompromising nose, so far as I remember." "It is a kind nose to her friends, Bonker," the Baron explained, "but severe towards " "Myself, for instance," laughed Essington. "Well, what do you suggest?" "First, zat you dine mit me to-night.
It was the one kind of desire that the Baron never even tried to wrestle with. “My vriend Bonker,” said he, “is it not somevere about time for loncheon, eh?” “I should say it was precisely the hour.” “Ha, ha! zen, let us gom and eat. Himmel, zis sea is ze fellow to make von hungry!”
Mr Bunker, however, continued cheerfully, “We are just going to have a smoking concert. Will you begin, Baron?” “I know not English songs,” replied the Baron, “bot I should like moch to hear.” “You must join in the chorus, then.” “Certainly, Bonker. I haf a voice zat is considered—vat you call—deafening, yes?—in ze chorus.”
"For our lamented past: I supposed you would have the air of a Nonconformist beadle." "My friend!" said the Baron eagerly, and yet with a lowering of his voice, "I vould not like to engage a beadle mit jost ze same feelings as me. Come here to zis corner and let us talk! Vaiter! whisky soda cigars all for two. Come, Bonker!"
The car stopped, the occupants alighted, and the Countess, supported on the strong arm of Ri, scuttled down the platform. "Bonker, take her in mit you!" groaned the Baron, and his head vanished from the Count's sight. Even this ordeal was not too much for Bunker's fidelity.
"Ha, my head he is getting more clear!" he announced. "Gom, let us present ourselves to ze ladies, mine Bonker!" "It is necessary, Bonker you are sure?" "No Tulliwuddle has ever omitted the ceremony. If you shirked, I am assured on the very best authority that it would excite the gravest suspicions of your authenticity." Count Bunker spoke with an air of the most resolute conviction.
Mr Bunker laughed with reminiscent amusement, and inquired, “And how did the romance end—in a cab, Baron?” “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the Baron; “better zan zat, Bonker—moch better!” Mr Bunker raised his eyebrows. “It’s hardly the time of year for a romance to end in a bathing-machine. You followed the divinity to her rented heaven, perhaps?”
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