“That is so,” said Ri.
“Now, sir, you must be aware—in fact, you ARE aware—of the matrimonial project once entertained between my daughter and Lord Tulliwuddle.”
“Once!” exclaimed the Count in protest.
“ONCE!” echoed Ri in his deepest voice.
“Hish, Ri! Let your poppa do the talking this time,” said the millionaire sternly, though with an indulgent eye.
“But—er—ONCE?” repeated the Count, as if bewildered by the past tense implied; though to himself he murmured—“I knew it!”
“When I gave my sanction to Lord Tulliwuddle's proposition, I did so under the impression that I was doing a deal with a man, sir, of integrity and honor. But what do I find?”
“Yes, what?” thundered Ri.
“I find, sir, that his darned my-lordship—and be damned to his titles——”
“Mr. Maddison!” expostulated the Count gently.