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"And this was the kind I'm best acquaint with. Oh, but it was just a wee bittie." "And who thinks the worse of him for it?" cried Mr. Gallosh. This question was answered by general acclamation in a manner and with a spirit that proved how deeply his lordship's gracious behavior had laid hold of all hearts.
"In conclusion, Mrs. Gallosh and myself beg to assure you that although you find strangers in your ancestral halls, you will receive both from your tenantry and ourselves a very hearty welcome to your native land. Believe me, your obedient servant, "Zat is goot news!" cried the Baron. "Ve shall have company perhaps ladies!
"Yes, that is true," allowed the Count; "but remember his punishment! To be married already now proves to be less his fault than his misfortune." By this time he had insidiously led them back to their car. "And must you return at once?" he exclaimed. "We had better," said Eleanor, with a suspicion of a sigh. "Miss Gallosh, I'll drive you home first." "You're too kind, Miss Maddison." "Oh, no!"
Gallosh and he drank healths down the whole length of the table "mit no tap-heels!" at least four times. He peeled an orange for Miss Gallosh, and cut the skin into the most diverting figures, pressing her hand tenderly as he presented her with these works of art. He inquired of Mrs.
Gallosh, "the young spark's off verra suddenly. We didn't expect him to be leaving before Tuesday. But well, the fact is umh'm oh, it's nothing to speak off." This reticence, however, was easily cajoled away by the insidious Count, and at last Mr. Gallosh frankly confided to him
The flask was finished; the candle guttered and flickered ominously; the very shadows grew restless. "There's a lot of secret doors and such like in this part of the house let's hope there'll be nothing coming through one of them," said Mr. Gallosh in a breaking voice. The Baron muttered an inaudible reply, and then with a start their shoulders bumped together.
When first I put eyes on him, I said to myself 'You're not for the likes of us. All lords and ladies is your kind. Never a word did he say in the boat till he heard the pipes play, and then I really thought he was frightened! It must just have been a kind of home-sickness or something." "It'll have been the tuning up that set his teeth on edge," Mrs. Gallosh suggested practically.
Gallosh still felt vaguely conscious that if he attempted to repeat this statement for the satisfaction of his wife, he would find it hard to make it sound altogether as reassuring as when accompanied by the Count's sympathetic voice. He ruminated for a minute, and then suddenly recalled what the Count's evasive answers and sympathetic assurances had driven from his mind.
Ve vill not like Miss Maddison, I feel sure. Vy troble mit her eh, Bonker?" "But don't you think, Baron, that we ought to give Tulliwuddle his choice? He may prefer an American heiress to a Scottish." "Not if he sees Eva Gallosh!" Again the Count gently raised his eyebrows in a way that the Baron could not help considering unsuitable to the occasion.
"And between ourselves, as nature's gentleman to nature's gentleman, you may assure Miss Maddison that there is not the remotest likelihood of this scheming Miss Gallosh ever becoming my friend's bride!" The two Dariuses were sensibly affected by this assurance. "As nature's gentleman to nature's gentleman!" repeated the elder with unction, wringing his hand.
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