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"Listen, Bonker, and try to onderstand not jost to make jokes. It appears to me zat Miss Gallosh vill make a good vife to Tollyvoddle. She is so fair, so amiable, and so rich. Could he do better? Should I not lay ze foundations of a happy marriage mit her? Soppose ve do get her instead of Miss Maddison, eh?"
He insisted upon opening the door wide, and getting Bunker to address him as "Tollyvoddle," in a strident voice, "so zat zey all may hear," and then answering in a firm "Yes, Count Bonker, vat vould you say to me?" It is true that he instantly closed the door again, and even bolted it, but his display seemed to make a vast impression upon himself.
His artful eloquence seemed to impress his friend, for he smiled thoughtfully and did not reply at once. More persuasively than ever the Baron continued "I do believe mit patience and mit er mit kindness, Bonker, I might persuade Miss Gallosh to listen to ze proposal of Tollyvoddle. And vould it not be better far to get him a lady of his own people, and not a stranger from America?
"Zat picture," said the Baron, nodding his head solemnly towards the portrait. "It is like ze Lord Tollyvoddle in ze print at ze hotel. I do believe he is ze same." "But I explained that he wasn't Tulliwuddle." "He is so like," repeated the Baron moodily. "He most be ze same." Bunker looked at it and shook his head. "A different man, I assure you." "Oh, ze devil!" replied the Baron.
The Baron tugged at his mustache and frowned. "She vill not do for Tollyvoddle," he said to himself. But the next instant a glance from Eva's brilliant eyes a glance so reproachful, so appealing, and so stimulating, that there was no resisting it diverted his reflections into quite another channel. "Vat can I do to prove zat I am so friendly as ever?" he exclaimed.
Between his complete confidence in Essington and the Baron's unqualified commendation, Lord Tulliwuddle was carried away by the project. "I say, Essington, what a good fellow you are!" he cried. "You really think it will work?" "What do you say, Baron?" "It cannot fail, I do solemnly assure you. Be thankful you have soch a friend, Tollyvoddle!"
At an hour considerably past midnight, hearing an excited summons from the Baron's bedroom, he laid down his toothbrush and hastened across the passage, to find the new peer in a crimson dressing-gown of quilted silk gazing enthusiastically at a lithograph that hung upon the wall. "See!" he cried gleefully, "here is my own ancestor. Bonker, I feel I am Tollyvoddle indeed."
Taking the Count's arm, he said to him with moving earnestness "Have I not told you how constant I am like ze magnet and ze pole?" "I have heard you employ the simile." "Ach, bot it is true! I am inside my heart so constant as it is possible! But I now represent Tollyvoddle, and for his sake most try to do my best." Again Count Bunker glanced at his knee. "And that is your best, then?"
"And here is the station," added the Count. The Baron's face assumed a piteous expression. "Bonker," he stammered, "I I am afraid! You be ze Tollyvoddle I cannot do him!" "My dear Baron!" "Oh, I cannot!" "Be brave for the honor of the fatherland. Play the bold Blitzenberg!" "Ach, ja; but not bold Tollyvoddle. Zat picture you vere right it vas omen!"
The Count's cheerful tone did not seem to please his friend. "Your heart, he is too light, Bonker; ja, too light. Last night you did engourage me not to be seemly." "I did get almost dronk. If my head vas not so hard I should be dronk. Das ist not right. If I am to be ze Tollyvoddle, it most be as I vould be Von Blitzenberg. I most not forget zat I am not as ozzer men.
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