“By thunder, so are we. The long arm again! You can’t get away from it in this world. My name’s Blundell.”
This information was vouchsafed with an elaborate nonchalance.
“Unwin U. Blundell,” he added.
“I was enjoying the Diorama last night,” Bram said. “It was simply splendid.”
“Ah, you were in front? Dainty little show, isn’t it? Instructive, yet at the same time trees amusong as the Froggies say. Bright, but never coarse. Rich, but never ostentatious. Funny thing, I suppose I’ve knocked about the world more than most of us have, and yet I’ve always set my face against anything the teeniest tottiest little bit coarse. Did you notice I said my name was Unwin U. Blundell? Got me, as our cousins the Americanos say? The initials by themselves would be coarse, and my entertainment is refined from start to finish.”
One of the Sisters Garibaldi giggled.
“Now, Clara,” he said severely. “By the way, permit me, Miss Clara Garibaldi, Miss Mona Garibaldi, Mr....”
“Bram Fuller.”
“No relation to Fuller’s Fireworks, I suppose?”
Bram explained that he was.