I am right, Tulliwuddle ?" "Pairfectly," said the Baron, much relieved; "to lay a certain case before a certain lady.

Zat is so, yes, exactly." Father and son glanced at one another.
"Your delicacy does you honor, very great honor," said Mr.Maddison; "but business is business, Lord Tulliwuddle, and I should like to hear your proposition more precisely stated.

In fact, sir, I like to know just where I am." "That's just about right," assented Ri.
"I vould perhaps vish to marry her." "Perhaps!" exclaimed the two together.
Again the Count adroitly interposed-- "You mean that you do not intend to thrust your attentions upon an unwilling lady ?" "Yes, yes; zat is vat I mean." "I see," said Mr.Maddison slowly.

"H'm, yes." "Sounds what you Scotch call 'canny,'" commented Ri shrewdly.
"Well," resumed the millionaire, "I have nothing to say against that; provided--provided, I say, that you stipulate to marry the lady so long as she has no objections to you.

No fooling around--that's all we want to see to.