“A different man, I assure you.”
“Oh, ze devil!” replied the Baron.
“What's the matter?”
“I haff a head zat tvists and turns like my head never did since many years.”
The Count had already surmised as much.
“Hang it out of the window,” he suggested.
The Baron made no reply for some minutes. Then with an earnest air he began—
“Bonker, I have somezing to say to you.”
“You have the most sympathetic audience outside the clan.”
The Count's cheerful tone did not seem to please his friend.