“I vould like ze honor to address mine—mine——”
He threw an imploring glance at his friend, who, without hesitation, threw himself into the breach.
“Lord Tulliwuddle feels the natural diffidence of a lover in adequately expressing his sentiments. I understand that he craves your permission to lay a certain case before a certain lady. I am right, Tulliwuddle?”
“Pairfectly,” said the Baron, much relieved; “to lay a certain case before a certain lady. Zat is so, yes, exactly.”
Father and son glanced at one another.
“Your delicacy does you honor, very great honor,” said Mr. Maddison; “but business is business, Lord Tulliwuddle, and I should like to hear your proposition more precisely stated. In fact, sir, I like to know just where I am.”
“That's just about right,” assented Ri.
“I vould perhaps vish to marry her.”
“Perhaps!” exclaimed the two together.
Again the Count adroitly interposed—