“For a leetle tour in my estate,” he answered easily.
“On business, I suppose?”
“Yes, vorse luck!”
He knew not whether to feel more relieved or embarrassed to find that he evidently rose in her estimation as a conscientious landlord.
. . . . . .
“You are having a capital day's sport, Baron,” said the Count gaily, as they drew near Lincoln Lodge.
During their drive the Baron had remained unusually silent. He now roused himself and said in a guarded whisper—
“Bonker, vill you please to give ze coachman some money not to say jost vere he did drive us.”
“I have done so,” smiled the Count.
His friend gratefully grasped his hand and curled his mustache with an emboldened air.