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"Surely one should see their carriage soon!" exclaimed Eleanor. "Seems to me," said her brother, "that you're sitting something like a cat on the pounce for this Tulliwuddle fellow. Why, Eleanor, I never saw you so excited since the first duke came along. I thought that had passed right off."
Never did the genius of Bunker rise more audaciously to an occasion. "My dear Baron," said he, assuming on the instant a confidence-inspiring smile, "that print was a hoax; it wasn't old Tulliwuddle at all. I faked it myself." "So?" gasped the Baron. "You assure me truly?" "I do assure you!"
"Give her a five-pound note, see that she burns your letters, and introduce her to another fellow." "But er that wasn't the thing " "Tell him you'll pay in six months, and order another pair of trousers," said Essington, briskly as ever. "But, I say, it wasn't that " "My dear Tulliwuddle, I never give racing tips." "Hang it!" "What is the matter?" Tulliwuddle glanced at the Baron.
The lady was brief in her responses, critical in her tone, and evidently disposed to quarrel with her admirer on some ground at present entirely mysterious. Indeed, so discouraging was she that at length he exclaimed "Tell me, Miss Maddison I should not have gom to-day? You did not vish to see me. Eh?" "I certainly was perfectly comfortable without you, Lord Tulliwuddle," said the heiress tartly.
You were unavoidably prevented from talking to us that is quite sufficient for me. I excuse you, Lord Tulliwuddle. Only, please, don't make me any more promises." "Eva! Ach, I most say 'Eva' jost vunce more! I am going to leave my castle, to leave you, and say good-by." She started and looked quickly at him. "Bot before I go I shall keep my promise!
"I am sure that Lord Tulliwuddle will never forgive me if I fail to learn the names of any visitors who have honored him to-day." "Mine," said the girl, her color rising slightly, but her glance as kind as ever, "is Julia Wallingford. This is my friend Miss Minchell." The Count bowed. "And may I introduce myself as a friend of Tulliwuddle's, answering to the name of Count Bunker."
"I want to hear from your own lips from the lips of an actual Lord Tulliwuddle the story of your ancestor Ian's exploit." With beseeching eyes and a face flushed with a sense of her presumption, she uttered this request in a voice that tore the Baron with conflicting emotions. "Vich exploit do you mean?" he asked in a kindly voice but with a troubled eye. "You must know!
"Matrimony," smiled the Count. Her brother threw him a stern smile of approval. "That's right slick THERE!" he exclaimed. "Lord Tulliwuddle has made a very happy selection in his ambassador," said Eleanor, with equal cordiality. "People who are afraid to come to facts tire me.
Maddison's invitation for to-morrow." "How so?" demanded the Baron with perhaps excusable surprise. "You will be able to decide at once which is the most suitable bride for Tulliwuddle, and then, if you like, we can leave in a day or two." "Bot I do not vish to leave so soon!" "Well then, while you stay, you can at least make sure that you are engaging the affections of the right girl."
The Tulliwuddle slogan, pronounced with the most conscientious accuracy of which a Sassenach was capable, proved as effective a curtain as he had anticipated; and amid a perfect babel of cheering and bagpiping the chieftain was led to his host's carriage. "Well, the worst of it is over," said Bunker cheerfully. The Baron groaned. "Ze vorst is only jost beginning to gommence."
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