As he set about his packing in the half-hour that yet remained before luncheon, he was surprised to note that his friend had evidently left no orders yet concerning any preparations for his departure.
“Confound him! I thought he had made up his mind last night! Ah, there he comes—and singing, too, by Jingo! If he wants another day's dalliance——”
At this point his reflections were interrupted by the entrance of the jovial Baron himself. He stopped and stared at his friend.
“Vat for do you pack up?”
“Because we leave this afternoon.”
“Ach, Bonker, absurd! To-morrow—yes, to-morrow ve vill leave.”
Bunker folded his arms and looked at him seriously.
“I have had two interviews this morning—one with Mr. Maddison, the other with Mr. Gallosh. They were neither of them pleased with you, Baron.”
“Not pleased? Vat did zey say?”
Depicting the ire of these gentlemen in the most vivid terms, the Count gave him a summary of his morning's labors.