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I should have enjoyed a conversation with you at any hour since breakfast." "Umph," replied his host. "What can I do for you now?" Mr. Gallosh looked at him steadfastly. "Count Bunker," said he, "I am only a plain man " "The ladies, I assure you, are not of that opinion," interposed the Count politely. Mr. Gallosh seemed to him to receive this compliment with more suspicion than pleasure.
"A first-class turn-out," he thought. "And what a lucky thing I thought of borrowing a banjo from young Gallosh! A coon song in the twilight will break the ground prettily." By this time they had stopped before the door, and an elderly man-servant, instead of waiting for the Count, came down the steps to meet him.
Now have I a leetle surprise for you, ladies!" Nor did he at all exaggerate their sensation. "Miss Maddison!" Alas, that it should be so far beyond the power of mere inky words to express all that was implied in Eva's accents! "Miss Gallosh!" Nor is it less impossible to supply the significance of Eleanor's intonation. "Ladies, ladies!" he implored, "do not, I pray you, misunderstand!
Gallosh the startled Baron found assembled firstly, the Gallosh family, consisting of all those whose acquaintance we have already made, and in addition two stalwart school-boy sons; secondly, their house-party, who comprised a Mr. and Mrs. Rentoul, from the same metropolis of commerce as Mr. Gallosh, and a hatchet-faced young man with glasses, answering to the name of Mr.
"Will they have to wait for a whole hour?" asked Mrs. Gallosh in a low voice. Indeed they all spoke in subdued accents. "I am told," replied the Count, "that the apparition never appears till after midnight has struck. Any time between twelve and one he may be expected." "Think of the terrible suspense after twelve has passed!" whispered Eva. The Count had thought of this.
Gallosh was one of those good ladies who are fond of asking their friends to take "pot luck," and then providing them with fourteen courses; or suggesting a "quiet little evening together," when they have previously removed the drawing-room carpet. It is an affectation of modesty apt to disconcert the retiring guest who takes them at their word. In the drawing-room of Mrs.
"The kind of Baron that plays in a German band, perhaps," added her husband, with a whole series of winks to give point to this mot. "He's just a scoundrelly adventurer!" shouted Mr. Gallosh. "I hope he'll get penal servitude, that's what I hope," said his wife with a sob. "And, judging from his appearance, that'll be no new experience for him," commented the sage.
Gallosh, who was mellowing rapidly under the influence of his own champagne. "I'm verra glad to see you know good folks when you meet them. What do you think now of the English?" Having previously assured himself that his audience was neat Scotch, the polished Austrian unblushingly replied
"Who is zis Gallosh?" he inquired. "Scottish, I judge from his name; commercial, from his literary style; elevated by his own exertions, from the size of his crest; and wealthy, from the fact that he rents Hechnahoul Castle. His mention of Mrs. Gallosh points to the fact that he is either married or would have us think so; and I should be inclined to conclude that he has probably begot a family."
You know yourself, Count, how he's behaved!" "Perfectly politely, I trust." "But he's not been what you'd call distant, Count Bunker. In fac', the long and the short of it is just this what's his intentions towards my Eva?" "Is it Mrs. Gallosh who desires this information?" "It is. And myself too; oh, I'm not behindhand where the reputation of my daughters is concerned!" "Mrs.
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