No doubt she is very charming; but, really, she doesn't interest me at all.

You were unavoidably prevented from talking to us--that is quite sufficient for me.

I excuse you, Lord Tulliwuddle.

Only, please, don't make me any more promises." "Eva! Ach, I most say 'Eva' jost vunce more! I am going to leave my castle, to leave you, and say good-by." She started and looked quickly at him.
"Bot before I go I shall keep my promise! Ve shall have ze pipers, and ze kilts, and ze dancing, and toss ze caber, and fling ze hammer, and it shall be on ze castle lawn, and all for your sake! Vill you not forgive me and be friends ?" "Will it really be all for my sake ?" She spoke incredulously, yet looked as if she were willing to be convinced.
"I swear it vill!" The latter part of this interview was so much more agreeable than the beginning that when the distant rumble of the luncheon gong brought it to an end at last they sighed, and for fully half a minute lingered still in silence.

If one may dare to express in crude language a maiden's unspoken, formless thought, Eva's might be read--"There is yet a moment left for him to say the three short words that seem to hang upon his tongue!" While on his part he was reflecting that he had another duologue arranged for that very afternoon, and that, for the simultaneous suitor of two ladies, an open mind was almost indispensable.
"Then you are going for a drive with the Count Bunker this afternoon ?" she asked, as they strolled slowly towards the house.
"For a leetle tour in my estate," he answered easily.
"On business, I suppose ?" "Yes, vorse luck!" He knew not whether to feel more relieved or embarrassed to find that he evidently rose in her estimation as a conscientious landlord.
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