Zat vas vat happened." When he ventured to meet her candid gaze after thus lamely libelling his forefather, he was horrified to observe that she had already recoiled some feet away from him, and seemed still to be in the act of recoiling.
"It would have been kinder to tell me at once that I had asked too much!" she exclaimed in a voice affected by several emotions.

"I only wanted to hear you repeat his death-cry as his foes slew him, so that it might always seem more real to me.

And you snub me like this!" The Baron threw himself upon one knee.
"Forgive me! I did jost lose mine head mit your eyes looking so at me! I get confused, you are so lovely! I did not mean to snob!" In the ardor of his penitence he discovered himself holding her hand; she no longer seemed to be recoiling; and Heaven knows what might have happened next if an ostentatious sound of whistling had not come to their rescue.
"Bot you vill forgive ?" he whispered, as they sprang up from their shady seat.
"Ye-es," she answered, just as the serene glance of Count Bunker fell humorously upon them.
"You seem to have been plucking flowers, Tulliwuddle," he observed.
"Flowers?
Oh, no." The Count glanced pointedly at his soiled knee.
"Indeed!" said he.

"Don't I see traces of a flower-bed ?" "I think I should go in," murmured Eva, and she was gone before the Count had time to frame a compensating speech.
His friend Tulliwuddle looked at him with marked displeasure, yet seemed to find some difficulty in adequately expressing it.
"I do not care for vat you said," he remarked stiffly.

"Nor for ze look now on your face." "Baron," said the Count imperturbably, "what did you tell me the Wraith said to you--something about 'Beware of the ladies,' wasn't it ?" "You do not onderstand.