“Well, Baron, are you satisfied with your morning’s instruction?” asked his friend.
“A German nobleman is not used to be in soch a position,” replied the Baron, stiffly.
“You must admit, however, that the object-lesson in the detection of anarchy was neatly presented.”
“I admit nozing of ze kind,” said the Baron, stolidly.
For the rest of the drive he sat obdurately silent. He went to his room with the mien of an offended man. During lunch he only opened his lips to eat.
On his side Mr Bunker maintained a cheerful composure, and seemed not a whit put about by his friend’s lack of appreciation.
“Anozzer bottle of claret,” said the Baron, gruffly, to a waiter.
Mr Bunker let him consume it entirely by himself, awaiting the results with patience. Gradually his face relaxed a little, until all at once, when the bump in the bottom of the bottle was beginning to appear above the wine, the whole room was startled by a stentorian, “Ha, ha, ha!”
“My dear Bonker!” cried the Baron, when he had finished laughing, “forgif me! I begin for to see ze moral, ha, ha, ha!”