“There,” he said with a smile, “you see I still come in useful.”
She hurried away, and Mr Bunker walked slowly downstairs and out of the hotel.
“It seems to me,” he reflected, “that I shall have to set out on my adventures again alone.”
CHAPTER VI.
The Baron’s natural good temper might have forgiven his friend, but all night he was a prey to something against which no temper is proof. The Baron was bitterly jealous. All through breakfast he never spoke a word, and when Mr Bunker asked him what train he intended to take, he replied curtly, as he went to the door, “Ze 5.30.”
“And where do you go now?”
“Vat is zat to you? I go for a valk. I vould be alone.”
“Good-bye, then, Baron,” said Mr Bunker. “I think I shall go up to town.”
“Go, zen,” replied the Baron, opening the door; “I haf no furzer vish to see a treacherous sponge zat vill neizer be true nor fight, bot jost takes money.”