He stopped and stared at his friend.
"Vat for do you pack up ?" "Because we leave this afternoon." "Ach, Bonker, absurd! To-morrow--yes, to-morrow ve vill leave." Bunker folded his arms and looked at him seriously.
"I have had two interviews this morning--one with Mr.Maddison, the other with Mr.Gallosh.They were neither of them pleased with you, Baron." "Not pleased?
Vat did zey say ?" Depicting the ire of these gentlemen in the most vivid terms, the Count gave him a summary of his morning's labors.
"Pooh, pooh! Tuts, tuts!" exclaimed the Baron.

"I vill make zat all right; never do you fear.

Eva, she does smile on me already.

Eleanor, she vill also ven I see her.

Leave it to me." "You won't go to-day ?" "To-morrow, Bonker, I swear I vill for certain!" Bonker pondered.
"Hang it!" he exclaimed.