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"How came she to invite you, sir?" demanded Sir Justin. "As my uncle's nephew, merely." Sir Justin stared at him in silence, while he brought the full force of his capacious mind to bear upon the situation. "Your name, you say, is Bunker?" he observed at length. "Count Bunker," corrected that nobleman. "Ah! Doubtless, then, you are the same gentleman who has been residing with Lord Tulliwuddle?"
If indeed the Maddisons chose to be offended with him, why, then, his call would merely be the briefer and he would recommend Eva for the post of Lady Tulliwuddle without qualification. It was his critics who had reason to fear, not he. Miss Maddison was at home, the staff of footmen assured him, and, holding his head as high as a chieftain should, he strode into her sanctuary.
It is somewhere near Lord Tulliwuddle's place Hech Hech Hech-something-or-other Castle. He was very well acquainted with the last Tulliwuddle." "Oh," said Alicia indifferently, "I am not really interested. It was mere idle curiosity." For the greater part of twenty-four hours she kept this mystery locked within her heart, till at last she could contain it no longer.
"Tulliwuddle! Tulliwuddle!" shouted Bunker frantically, to the great amazement of the company. "Allow me to invite the company myself to stay with me in Bavaria!" The Baron turned crimson, as he realized the abyss of error into which he had so nearly plunged. Adroitly the Count covered his confusion with a fit of laughter so ingeniously hearty that in a moment he had joined in it too.
She's been instructing some of the tenants and ma own girls will be there but, oh, it's nothing to speak of. If he says a few words in reply, that'll be all they'll be expecting." The strains of "Tulliwuddle wha hae" grew ever louder and, to an untrained ear, more terrific.
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 whose invitation have you come here to-night?” demanded his host, sternly. “I have the pleasure of addressing Lord Tulliwuddle, have I not?” “You have, sir.” Mr Bunker bent towards him and whispered something in his ear. “From Scotland Yard?” exclaimed his lordship.
"H'm," muttered Tulliwuddle doubtfully. "Or I leave things in such good train that you can propose and get accepted afterwards by letter." "That's better," said Tulliwuddle. "Then, by a little exercise of our wits, you find an excuse for hurrying on the marriage have it a private affair for family reasons, and so on.
"No, no, Eleanor; no more a diplomatist than you would have been Lady Tulliwuddle. Guess I know what I'm doing." Whereupon the late Lord Tulliwuddle, kilt and all, was conveyed by a guard of six tall men and deposited in the bit of genuine antique above the harness-room.
"Tulliwuddle is very late," said Essington; "but he's a devilish casual gentleman in all matters." "I am selfish enoff to hope he vill not gom at all!" exclaimed the Baron. "Unfortunately he has had the doubtful taste to conceive a curiously high opinion of myself. I am afraid he won't desert us. But I don't propose that we shall suffer for his slackness. Bring the fish, waiter."
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