‘What is the proposition?’
‘Are you de shendlemann’s guardian?’ returned the Baron abruptly.
‘Why no,’ reflected Mr. Cato: ‘I suppose I am not. But I’m his principal adviser.’
‘Ah! I know.’
The Baron rose suddenly, snatching up his white-lined hat and lavender gloves.
‘Well, goot-bye, shendlemen. I haf laties wait for me at home. Adieu, mon Prince.’
‘Good-bye, good-bye,’ said Dwala, with careful intonations: ‘I hope you’ll look in again some time.’
‘Goot-bye, I leaf you to your books, your studies. Goot-bye ... Dis vay?’ he appealed to Mr. Cato, moving towards the door.
‘I’ll see you out.’
‘Goot! You haf charming leetle house. Man can see dat Madame haf excellent taste.’