“You mean that you do not intend to thrust your attentions upon an unwilling lady?”
“Yes, yes; zat is vat I mean.”
“I see,” said Mr. Maddison slowly. “H'm, yes.”
“Sounds what you Scotch call 'canny,'” commented Ri shrewdly.
“Well,” resumed the millionaire, “I have nothing to say against that; provided—provided, I say, that you stipulate to marry the lady so long as she has no objections to you. No fooling around—that's all we want to see to. Our time, sir, is too valuable.”
“That is so,” said Ri.
The Baron's color rose, and a look of displeasure came into his eyes, but before he had time to make a retort that might have wrecked his original's hopes, Bunker said quickly—
“Tulliwuddle places himself in your hands, with the implicit confidence that one gentleman reposes in another.”
Gulping down his annoyance, the Baron assented—
“Yes, I vill do zat.”