“Your heart, he is too light, Bonker; ja, too light. Last night you did engourage me not to be seemly.”
“I!”
“I did get almost dronk. If my head vas not so hard I should be dronk. Das ist not right. If I am to be ze Tollyvoddle, it most be as I vould be Von Blitzenberg. I most not forget zat I am not as ozzer men. I am noble, and most be so accordingly.”
“What steps do you propose to take?” inquired Bunker with perfect gravity.
The Baron stared at the picture.
“Last night I had a dream. It vas zat man—at least, probably it vas, for I cannot remember eggsactly. He did pursue me mit a kilt.”
“With what did you defend yourself?”
“I know not: I jost remember zat it should be a warning. Ve Blitzenbergs have ze gift to dream.”
The Baron rose from the table and lit a cigar. After three puffs he threw it from him.
“I cannot smoke,” he said dismally. “It has a onpleasant taste.”