“Do you mind being a little more specific?” replied the Count with smiling composure.
“Zere vas no hurry to lonch mit Maddison.”
“I didn't name the date.”
“You might have said next veek.”
“By next week Miss Maddison may be snapped up by some one else.”
“Zen vould Tollyvoddle be more lucky! I have nearly got for him ze most charming girl, mit as moch money as he vants. Ach, you do interfere! You should gonsider ze happiness of Tollyvoddle.”
“That is the only consideration that affects yourself, Baron?”
“Of course! I cannot marry more zan vonce.” (Bunker thought he perceived a symptom of a sigh.) “And I most be faithful to Alicia. I most! Ach, yes, Bonker, do not fear for me! I am so constant as—ach, I most keep faithful!”
As he supplied this remarkable testimony to his own fidelity, the Baron paced the floor with an agitation that clearly showed how firmly his constancy was based.
Nevertheless the Count was smiling oddly at something he espied upon the mantelpiece, and stepping up to it he observed—