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"Zere are many peoples on ze coast!" he cried. "Vat makes it for?" "They've come to receive you," his host explained. "It's just a little spontaneous demonstration, my lord." His lordship's composure in no way increased. "It was Mrs. Gallosh organized a wee bit entertainment on his lordship's landing," their host explained confidentially to the Count. "It's just informal, ye understand.
I need a girl friend very badly, Count; these proposals lose half their fun with only Ri to tell them to. I intend to make a confidante of Miss Gallosh on the spot!" "H'm," thought the Count, as he drove away, "I wonder whether she will." As the plenipotentiary approached the Castle he was somewhat surprised to pass a dog-cart containing not only his fellow-guest, Mr. Cromarty-Gow, but Mr.
With this prudent purpose, he added, with a flattering air of taking his host into his aristocratic confidence "You will perhaps be good enough to explain this to the friends and dependants Lord Tulliwuddle is about to meet? A breath of unsympathetic criticism would grieve him greatly if it came to his ears." "Quite, quite," said Mr. Gallosh eagerly. "I'll make it all right.
The crushing retort which the sage evidently had ready to heap upon the fire of this controversy was anticipated by Miss Gallosh. "He isn't a German waiter, papa! He is a German BARON and an ambassador, too!" The four started and stared at her. "Where did you learn that?" demanded her father.
Gallosh the names of the clergymen, and, shouting something distantly resembling these, toasted them each and all with what he conceived to be appropriate comments. Finally he rose to his feet, and, to the surprise and delight of all, delivered the speech they had been disappointed of earlier in the day. "Goot Mr. Gallosh, fair Mrs.
His creditable anxiety returned when, upon the path to the loch shore, he met the two Masters and the two younger Misses Gallosh returning without their sister. "Been in different boats, have you?" said he, after they had explained this curious circumstance; "well, I hope you all had a good sail." To himself he uttered a less philosophical comment, and quickened his stride perceptibly.
Under the circumstances there was nothing for it but shouting, and in a stentorian yell Mr. Gallosh introduced his wife and three fair daughters. Thereupon Mrs. Gallosh, a broad-beamed matron whose complexion contrasted pleasantly with her costume, delivered the following oration
This soft answer was so far from turning away wrath, that Mrs. Rentoul again felt compelled to stem the tide of her host's eloquence. "Oh, hush!" she exclaimed; "I'd have fancied you'd be having no thoughts beyond your daughter's affliction." "My Eva! my poor Eva! Where is the suffering child?" cried Mrs. Gallosh. "Duncan, what'll she be doing?"
"Maybe you were too far gone yourself, Duncan, to notice it, and the ladies would just think it was gallantry; but I saw it in his voice and his legs oh, just a wee thingie, nothing to speak of." "Surely you are mistaken!" cried Miss Gallosh. "Wasn't it only excitement at finding himself at Hechnahoul?" "There's two kinds of excitement," answered the oracle.
Ach, Bonker, I have ze soft spot in mine heart: I am so constant as ze needle to ze pole; but I do like sometimes to talk mit voman!" "With Mrs. Gallosh, for instance?" "But, Bonker, zere may be a Miss Gallosh." "If you consulted the Baroness," said Bunker, smiling, "I suspect she would prefer you to be imprisoned in China." The Baron laughed, and curled his martial mustache with a dangerous air.
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