“Ach, zo,” said the Baron, much relieved, “zen vill I see ze cabman.”
That individual was still rubbing his head with a rueful air, and the Baron was about to pour forth all his bottled-up indignation, when at the sight of the driver’s face he started back in blank astonishment.
“Bonker!”
“It is I indeed, my dear Baron,” replied that gentleman, [pg 92] politely. “I must ask a thousand pardons for causing you this trifling inconvenience. As to your friend, I don’t know how I am to make my peace with her.”
“Bot—bot vat means zis?” gasped the Baron.
“I was merely endeavouring to provide the spice of romance you required, besides giving you the opportunity of making the lady’s better acquaintance. Can I do anything more for you, Baron? And you, my dear lady, can I assist you in any way?”
Both, speaking at once and with some heat, gave a decidedly affirmative answer.
“Where are we?” asked the lady, who hovered between fright and indignation.
Mr Bunker shrugged his shoulders.
“It would be rash to hazard an opinion,” he replied.