She looked a trifle disappointed.
“If I were you I should know them all by heart,” said she.
“I vill learn zem. Oh yes, I most not make soch mistakes.”
Indeed he registered a very sincere vow to study his family history that afternoon.
“What was I saying? Oh yes—about your brave great-grandfather. Do you know, Lord Tulliwuddle, I want to ask you a strange favor? You won't think it very odd of me?”
“Odd? Never! Already it is granted.”
“I want to hear from your own lips—from the lips of an actual Lord Tulliwuddle—the story of your ancestor Ian's exploit.”
With beseeching eyes and a face flushed with a sense of her presumption, she uttered this request in a voice that tore the Baron with conflicting emotions.
“Vich exploit do you mean?” he asked in a kindly voice but with a troubled eye.
“You must know! When he defended the pass, of course.”