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Well, my friend is the Baron von Blitzenberg; and the lady is, as she stated, his wife." "Then all this time " began Eva. "He was married!" Eleanor finished for her. "Oh, the heartless scoundrel! To think that I rescued him!" "I wouldn't have either!" said Eva; "I mean if if I had known he treated you so badly." "Treated ME! I was only thinking of YOU, Miss Gallosh!"
"Ha, ha, ha!" he shouted. "Zat was a leetle joke at my friend's eggspense. It is here, in my castle, you shall visit me; some day very soon I shall live in him. Meanvile, dear Mrs. Gallosh, gonsider it your home! For me you make it heaven, and I cannot ask more zan zat! Now let us gom and have some fon!" A salvo of applause greeted this conclusion.
Gallosh, if I were in Tulliwuddle's shoes I can only say that I should consider myself a highly fortunate individual; and I do sincerely believe that that is his own conviction also." "You think so?" "I do indeed." Though sensibly relieved, Mr.
Gallosh to the loss of one of her own silver spoons. "Saved!" sighed Bunker, draining his glass with a relish he had not felt in any item of the feast hitherto. Now that the Baron's courage had returned, no heraldic lion ever pranced more bravely. His laughter, his jests, his compliments were showered upon the delighted diners. Mr.
"I vas not too free, too undignified in presence of zat innocent and charming lady Miss Gallosh?" The air of scrutiny passed from Count Bunker's face, and a droll smile came instead. "Baron, I understand your ideals and I appreciate your motives. As you suggest, you had better rehearse your part quietly for a few days. Miss Maddison will find you the more perfect suitor."
The Baron felt for his host, and realized that this was the escaping Gallosh. "Tulliwuddle! Speak!" a hollow voice muttered out of the smoke. The Baron has never ceased to exult over the hardihood he displayed in this unnerving crisis. Rising to his feet and drawing his claymore, he actually managed to stammer out "Who who are you?"
"I canna, my lord! Oh, I canna!" wailed Mr. Gallosh, breaking out into his broadest native Scotch. This time the Baron made no movement, and in the palpitating silence the two sat through one long dark minute after another, till some ten of them had passed. "I shall stand it no more!" muttered the Baron. "Ve vill creep for ze door." "My lord, my lord!
Maddison, "and I must further congratulate my daughter upon the almost miraculous feat you have performed for her benefit. You know, I dare say" here he turned to Mr. Gallosh "that this very delightful entertainment was given primarily in my Eleanor's honor?" "Whut!" exclaimed the merchant. "That's eh that's scarcely the fac's as we've learned them.
"Damn it, what's yon!" whispered Mr. Gallosh. "Ze pipes! Gallosh, how beastly he does play!" In point of fact the air seemed to consist of only one wailing note. "Bong!" they heard the first stroke of midnight on the big clock on the Castle Tower; and so unfortunately had Count Bunker timed the candle that on the instant its flame expired. "Vithdraw ze curtains!" gasped the Baron.
Gallosh, I would answer you in the oft-quoted words of Horace 'Arma virumque cano. The philosophy of a solar system is some times compressed within an eggshell. Say nothing and see!" He shook his host heartily by the hand as he spoke, and Mr. Gallosh, to his subsequent perplexity, found the interview apparently at a satisfactory conclusion.
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