Ach, you do interfere! You should gonsider ze happiness of Tollyvoddle." "That is the only consideration that affects yourself, Baron ?" "Of course! I cannot marry more zan vonce." (Bunker thought he perceived a symptom of a sigh.) "And I most be faithful to Alicia.

I most! Ach, yes, Bonker, do not fear for me! I am so constant as--ach, I most keep faithful!" As he supplied this remarkable testimony to his own fidelity, the Baron paced the floor with an agitation that clearly showed how firmly his constancy was based.
Nevertheless the Count was smiling oddly at something he espied upon the mantelpiece, and stepping up to it he observed-- "Here is a singular phenomenon--a bunch of white heather that has got itself tied together with ribbon!" The Baron started, and took the tiny bouquet from his hand, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"It must be a gift from----" he began, and then laid it down again, though his gaze continued fixed upon it.

"How did it gom in ?" he mused.
"Ach! she most have brought it herself.

How vary nice!" He turned suddenly and met his friend's humorous eyes.
"I shall be faithful, Bonker! You can trust me!" he exclaimed; "I shall put it in my letter to Alicia, and send it mit my love! See, Bonker!" He took a letter from his desk--its envelope still open--hurriedly slipped in the white heather, and licked the gum while his resolution was hot.

Then, having exhibited this somewhat singular evidence of his constancy, he sighed again.
"It vas ze only safe vay," he said dolefully.