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At the sight of him the Baron beamed joyfully. “Aha, Bonker, so you haf returned!” he cried. “In ze meanvile I haf had vun great good fortune. Let me present my friend Mr Bonker, ze Lady Grillyer.”
Lady Grillyer opened her eyes still wider. "Then I am to understand that he wishes to conceal from me anything that he considers of importance?" "Oh, no! Not that! I only mean that this thing is very secret." "Alicia," pronounced the Countess, "when a man specifically conceals anything from his mother-in-law, you may be quite certain that she ought to be informed of it at once."
"Fellow!" she said in a faint voice, "I I do not understand you." "Thought that would fetch her down," commented Ri. "Lead her back to ze train and make her go to London!" pleaded the Baron earnestly. "You stick to it, you don't know her?" asked Mr. Maddison shrewdly. "No, no, I do not!" "Is her name Lady Grillyer?" "Not more zan it is mine!" "Rudolph!" gasped the Countess inarticulately.
The Countess coughed, then smiled a little again, and said to the Baron, “You didn’t tell me that your showman supplied the little speeches as well.” “I could not know it; zere has not before been ze reason for a pretty speech,” responded the Baron, gallantly. If Lady Grillyer had been anybody else, one would have said that she actually giggled.
I know them perfectly." "But, mamma, I cannot bear to think of such a thing!" "That is a merely middle-class prejudice. I can't imagine where you have picked it up." In point of fact, during Alicia's girlhood Lady Grillyer had always been at the greatest pains to preserve her daughter's innocent simplicity, as being preeminently a more marketable commodity than precocious worldliness.
“Who is that man dancing opposite my daughter?” asked the Countess of Grillyer. “A Mr Beveridge,” replied Dr Congleton.
“It is rather sudden, but we’ll hope it may pass as quickly as it came,” said Mr Bunker, conveying a skilful impression of deep concern veiled by a cheerful manner. “Tell me honestly, Mr Bunker, is it dangerous?” demanded the countess. Mr Bunker hesitated, gave a half-hearted laugh, and replied, “Oh, dear, no! that is—at present, Lady Grillyer, we have really no reason to be alarmed.”
The Countess remembered the floral symptoms displayed by Ophelia, and grew a trifle nervous. "My child, what is the matter?" "Oh, nothing," replied Alicia hastily. A short silence followed, during which she was conscious of undergoing a curious scrutiny. "By the way, mamma," she found courage to ask at length, "do you know anything about Lord Tulliwuddle?" Lady Grillyer continued uneasy.
It is generally conceded that if you want to see the full depths of brutality latent in man, you must thoroughly frighten him first. This condition the Countess of Grillyer had exactly succeeded in fulfilling, with the consequence that the Baron, hitherto the most complacent and amiable of sons-in-law, seemed ambitious of rivalling the Turk.
He remembered Mr Bunker’s invariable success with the gentler sex, his wit, his happy smile, and his good looks; and he began to wish most sincerely that these fascinations were being exercised on the now somewhat breathless Countess, for his efforts to overtake the pair in front had both annoyed and exhausted Lady Grillyer.
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