“Where did you learn that?” demanded her father.
“I've been talking to the man who brought the letter, and he says that Lord Tulli—I mean the Baron—declares positively that he is a German nobleman!”
“Tuts, fiddlesticks!” scoffed her father.
“Verra like a whale,” pronounced the sage.
“I wouldn't believe what HE said,” declared Mrs. Gallosh.
“One can SEE he isn't,” said Mrs. Rentoul.
“The kind of Baron that plays in a German band, perhaps,” added her husband, with a whole series of winks to give point to this mot.
“He's just a scoundrelly adventurer!” shouted Mr. Gallosh.
“I hope he'll get penal servitude, that's what I hope,” said his wife with a sob.
“And, judging from his appearance, that'll be no new experience for him,” commented the sage.