This is my friend Miss Minchell." The Count bowed.
"And may I introduce myself as a friend of Tulliwuddle's, answering to the name of Count Bunker." Again Miss Wallingford's color rose.

In a low and ardent voice she began "I am so glad to meet you! Your name is already----" But at that instant, when the Count was bending forward to catch the words and the lady bending down to utter them, a hand grasped him by the sleeve, and the Baron's voice exclaimed, "Come, Bonker, quickly here to help me!" He would fain have presented his lordship to the ladies, but the Baron was too hurried to pause, and with a parting bow he was reluctantly borne off to assist his friend out of his latest dilemma.
"Pooh, my dear Baron!" he cried, when the situation was explained to him; "you couldn't have done more damage to their hearts if you had hurled your hammer at them! A touch of jealousy was all that was needed to complete your conquests.

But for me you have spoiled the most promising affair imaginable.

There goes their carriage trotting down the drive! And I shall probably never know whether my name was already in her heart or in her prayers.

Those are the two chief receptacles for gentlemen's names, I believe--aren't they, Baron ?" On his advice the rival families were left to the soothing influences of a good dinner and a night's sleep, and he found himself free to ponder over his interrupted adventure.
"Undoubtedly one feels all the better for a little appreciation," he reflected complacently.