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Vy should not you be Count Bonker?" "You prefer to travel in titled company? Well, be hanged why not! When one comes to think of it, it seems a pity that my sins should always be attributed to the middle classes." Accordingly this history has now the honorable task of chronicling the exploits of no fewer than two noblemen.
Here shall I not have to be alvays ze Baron von Blitzenberg, oldest noble in Bavaria, hereditary carpet-beater to ze Court! I vill disguise and go mit old Bonker for a frolic!" "You touch my tenderest chord, Baron!" "Goot, goot, my friend!" cried the Baron, warming to his work of confession like a penitent whose absolution is promised in advance; "you speak ze vords I love to hear!
Cairtainly ve vill shop. Bot, Bonker, Soud Africa? Vas it not Soud America?” “Did I say Africa? America of course I meant. Well, let us shop if you have no objections: then we might have a little lunch, and afterwards visit the Park. For the evening, what do you say to a theatre?” “Goot!” cried the Baron. “Make it tzos.” Mr Bunker’s shopping turned out to be a pretty extensive operation.
The romantic tincture of well, not quite accent, is a pleasant little piece of affectation adopted by the young bloods about the Court in compliment to the German connections of the Royal family." The Baron raised no more objections. "Bonker, I agree! Tollyvoddle I shall be, by Jove and all!" He beamed his satisfaction, and then in an eager voice asked "You haf not ze kilt in zat hat-box?"
Flushed with his exertions and his triumph though the Baron was, he yet remembered so vividly the ordeal preceding the oration that as they went he whispered in his friend's ear: "Ah, Bonker, stay mit me, I pray you! If she should ask more questions! "Mr. Maddison, ze Count will stay mit me."
"It vas good of you to come up to town jost to see me," said the Baron. "I'd have crossed Europe, Baron!" The Baron smiled faintly. Evidently he was scarcely in his most florid humor. "I vish I could have asked you to my club, Bonker." "Are you dissatisfied with mine?" "Oh, no, no! But vell, ze fact is, it vould be reported by some one if I took you to ze Regents.
If he wants another day's dalliance " At this point his reflections were interrupted by the entrance of the jovial Baron himself. He stopped and stared at his friend. "Vat for do you pack up?" "Because we leave this afternoon." "Ach, Bonker, absurd! To-morrow yes, to-morrow ve vill leave." Bunker folded his arms and looked at him seriously. "I have had two interviews this morning one with Mr.
A von Blitzenberg does not mate viz every vun.” “A good many families have made the same remark, but one does not always meet the fathers-in-law.” “Ha, ha! ve shall see. Bot, Bonker, she is lofly!” The Baron awaited dinner with even more than his usual ardour. He dressed with the greatest care, and at an absurdly early hour was already urging his friend to come down and take their places.
You haf too leetle money and no friends and you can show. You show and I will loan you vat you vish. May I dare to suggest?” “My dear Baron!” “My goot Bonker! I am in airnest, I assure. Vy not? It is vun gentleman and anozzer.” “You are far too kind.” “It is to myself I am kind, zen. I vant a guide, a frient. It is a loan. Do not scruple. Ven your fader goms you can pay if you please.
“Possibly I am,” interrupted Mr Bunker, “only I haven’t the slightest recollection of the fact.” An astonished lady was indicated by Mr Bunker as the hostess, and to her the Baron bade an affectionate adieu. He handed a sovereign to the footman, embraced the butler, and as they sped eastwards in their hansom, a rousing chorus from the two friends awoke the echoes of Piccadilly. “Bravo, Bonker!
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