With a duke I'd be content with just a few dates and something about model cottages, and, though a baron ought to know a little more than that, still we'll count these feudal bagpipers and that ancestral hop-scotch performance as a kind of set-off to your credit.

Suppose you just say a few words on the future of the Anglo-Saxon race.

What you've learned from the papers will do, so long as you seem to understand it." Perceiving that his Teutonic friend looked a trifle dismayed at this selection, Count Bunker suggested the Triple Alliance as an alternative.
"That needs more facts, I guess," said the millionaire; "but it will be all the more creditable if you can manage it." The Baron cleared his throat to begin, and as he happened (as the Count was well aware) to have the greatest enthusiasm for this policy, and to have recently read the thirteen volumes of Professor Bungstrumpher on the subject, he delivered a peroration so remarkable alike for its fervor, its facts, and its phenomenal length, that when, upon a gentle hint from the Count, he at last paused, all traces of objection had vanished from the minds of Darius P.Maddison, senior and junior.
"I need no longer detain you, Lord Tulliwuddle," said the millionaire respectfully.

"Ri, fetch your sister into her room.

Your lordship, I have received an intellectual treat.