“I do not get zem.”
“Nonsense, Baron! I haven’t spent one hour in Lady Alicia’s company to your twenty-four, and yet if I’d been matrimonially inclined I could have proposed twice over. You’ve had the chance of being accepted fifty times.”
“I haf not been accepted vunce,” said the Baron, moodily.
“Have you put the question?”
“I haf not dared.”
“Well, my dear Baron, whose fault is that?”
The Baron was silent.
“Ask her to-morrow.”
“No, Bonker,” said the Baron, sadly; “she treats me not like a lover. She talks of friendship. I do not vish a frient!”
Mr Bunker looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “You don’t think you have touched her heart?” he asked at length.