“Nosing can be more unreasonable!”
“And I am to understand that you positively object to giving me any information respecting the persons I have named?”
The baron appeared extremely uneasy. He trotted to the door on his short legs, and looked out. Returning, he shut the door carefully. His grimy countenance, under the action of fear, assumes an expression peculiarly forbidding; and he said, with angry volubility—
“Zis visit must end, Sir, zis moment. Donnerwesser! I will nod be combromised by you. But if you bromise as a Christian, ubon your honour, never to mention what I say——”
“Never, upon my honour.”
“Nor to say you have talked with me here in London——”
“Never.”
“I will tell you that I have no objection to sbeak wis you, privately in Paris, whenever you are zere—now, now! zat is all. I will not have one ozer word—you shall not stay one ozer minude.”
He opens the door and wags his head peremptorily, and points with his pipe to the lobby.
“You'll not forget your promise, Baron, when I call? for visit you I will.”