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Count　Bonker？　　He　vas　a　famous　man；　you　need　not　be　ashamed　to　take　his　name。　　Vy　should　not　you　be　Count　Bonker？〃

〃You　prefer　to　travel　in　titled　company？　　Well；　be　hangedwhy　not！　　When　one　comes　to　think　of　it；　it　seems　a　pity　that　my　sins　should　always　be　attributed　to　the　middle　classes。〃

Accordingly　this　history　has　now　the　honorable　task　of　chronicling　the　exploits　of　no　fewer　than　two　noblemen。



CHAPTER　VII

Late　that　evening　they　reached　a　city　which　the　home…coming　chieftain　in　an　outburst　of　Celtic　fervor　dubbed　〃mine　own　bonny　Edinburg！〃　and　there　they　repaired　for　the　night　to　a　hotel。　　Once　more　the　Baron　（we　may　still　style　him　so　since　the　peerage　of　Tulliwuddle　was　of　that　standing　also）　showed　a　certain　diffidence　when　it　came　to　answering　to　his　new　title　in　public；　but　in　the　seclusion　of　their　private　sitting…room　he　was　careful　to　assure　his　friend　that　this　did　not　arise　from　any　lack　of　nerve　or　qualms　zof　conscience；　but　merely　through　a　species　of　headachethe　result　of　railway　travelling。

〃Do　not　fear　for　me；〃　he　declared　as　he　stirred　the　sugar　in　his　glass；　〃I　have　ze　heart　of　a　lion。〃

The　liquid　he　was　sipping　being　nothing　less　potent　than　a　brew　of　whisky　punch；　which　he　had　ordered　（or　rather　requested　Bunker　to　order）　as　the　most　romantically　national　compound　he　could　think　of；　produced；　indeed；　a　fervor　of　foolhardiness。　　He　insisted　upon　opening　the　door　wide；　and　getting　Bunker　to　address　him　as　〃Tollyvoddle；〃　in　a　strident　voice；　〃so　zat　zey　all　may　hear；〃　and　then　answering　in　a　firm　〃Yes；　Count　Bonker；　vat　vould　you　say　to　me？〃

It　is　true　that　he　instantly　closed　the　door　again；　and　even　bolted　it；　but　his　display　seemed　to　make　a　vast　impression　upon　himself。

〃Many　men　vould　not　dare　so　to　go　mit　anozzer　name；〃　he　announced；　〃bot　I　have　my　nerves　onder　a　good　gontrol。〃

〃You　astonish　me；〃　said　the　Count。

〃I　do　even　surprise　myself；〃　admitted　the　Baron。

In　truth　the　ordeal　of　carelessly　carrying　off　an　alias　is　said　by　those　who　have　undergone　it　（and　the　report　is　confirmed　by　an　experienced　class　of　public　officials）　to　require　a　species　of　hardihood　which；　fortunately　for　society；　is　somewhat　rare。　　The　most　daring　Smith　will　sometimes　stammer　when　it　comes　to　merely　answering　〃Yes〃　to　a　cry　of　〃Brown！〃　and　Count　Bunker；　whose　knowledge　of　human　nature　was　profound　and　remarkably　accurate；　was　careful　to　fortify　his　friend　by　example　and　praise；　till　by　the　time　they　went　to　bed　the　Baron　could　scarcely　be　withheld　from　seeking　out　the　manager　and　airing　his　assurance　upon　him。　　Or；　at　least；　he　declared　he　would　have　done　this　had　he　been　sure　that　the　manager　was　not　already　in　bed　himself。

Unfortunately　at　this　juncture　the　Count　committed　one　of　those　indiscretions　to　which　a　gay　spirit　is　always　prone；　but　which；　to　do　him　justice；　seldom　sullied　his　own　record　as　a　successful　adventurer。　　At　an　hour　considerably　past　midnight；　hearing　an　excited　summons　from　the　Baron's　bedroom；　he　laid　down　his　toothbrush　and　hastened　across　the　passage；　to　find　the　new　peer　in　a　crimson　dressing…gown　of　quilted　silk　gazing　enthusiastically　at　a　lithograph　that　hung　upon　the　wall。

〃See！〃　he　cried　gleefully；　〃here　is　my　own　ancestor。　　Bonker；　I　feel　I　am　Tollyvoddle　indeed。〃

The　print　which　had　inspired　this　enthusiasm　depicted　a　historical　but　treasonable　Lord　Tulliwuddle　preparing　to　have　his　head　removed。

Giving　it　a　droll　look；　the　Count　observed

〃Well；　if　it　inspires　you；　my　dear　Baron；　that's　all　right。　　The　omen　would　have　struck　me　differently。〃

〃Ze　omen！〃　murmured　the　Baron　with　a　start。

It　required　all　Bunker's　tact　to　revive　his　ally's　damped　enthusiasm；　and　even　at　breakfast　next　morning　he　referred　in　a　gloomy　voice　to　various　premonitions　recorded　in　the　history　of　his　family；　and　the　horrible　consequences　of　disregarding　them。

But　by　the　time　they　had　started　upon　their　journey　north；　his　spirits　rose　a　trifle；　and　when　at　length　all　lowland　landscapes　were　left　far　behind　them；　and　they　had　come　into　a　province　of　peat　streams　and　granite　pinnacles；　with　the　gloom　of　pines　and　the　freshness　of　the　birch　blended　like　a　May　and　December　marriage；　all　appearance；　at　least；　of　disquietude　had　passed　away。

Yet　the　Count　kept　an　anxious　eye　upon　him。　　He　was　becoming　decidedly　restless。　　At　one　moment　he　would　rave　about　the　glorious　scenery；　the　next；　plunge　into　a　brown　study　of　the　Tulliwuddle　rent…　roll；　and　then　in　an　instant　start　humming　an　air　and　smoking　so　fast　that　both　their　cases　were　empty　while　they　were　yet　half　an　hour　from　Torrydhulish　Station。　　Now　the　Baron　took　to　biting　his　nails；　looking　at　his　watch；　and　answering　questions　at　randoma　very　different　spectacle　from　the　enthusiastic　traveller　of　yesterday。

〃Only　ten　minutes　more；〃　observed　Bunker　in　his　most　cheering　manner。

The　Baron　made　no　reply。

They　were　now　running　along　the　brink　of　a　glimmering　loch；　the　piled　mountains　on　the　farther　shore　perfectly　mirrored；　a　tern　or　two　lazily　fishing；　a　delicate　summer　sky　smiling　above。　　All　at　once　Count　Bunker　started

〃That　must　be　Hechnahoul！〃　said　he。

The　Baron　looked　and　beheld；　upon　an　eminence　across　the　loch；　the　towers　and　turrets　of　an　imposing　mansion　overtopping　a　green　grove。

〃And　here　is　the　station；〃　added　the　Count。

The　Baron's　face　assumed　a　piteous　expression。

〃Bonker；〃　he　stammered；　〃II　am　afraid！　　You　be　ze　TollyvoddleI　cannot　do　him！〃

〃My　dear　Baron！〃

〃Oh；　I　cannot！〃

〃Be　bravefor　the　honor　of　the　fatherland。　　Play　the　bold　Blitzenberg！〃

〃Ach；　ja；　but　not　bold　Tollyvoddle。　　Zat　picture　you　vere　rightit　vas　omen！〃

Never　did　the　genius　of　Bunker　rise　more　audaciously　to　an　occasion。

〃My　dear　Baron；〃　said　he；　assuming　on　the　instant　a　confidence…inspiring　smile；　〃that　print　was　a　hoax；　it　wasn't　old　Tulliwuddle　at　all。　　I　faked　it　myself。〃

〃So？〃　gasped　the　Baron。　　〃You　assure　me　truly？〃

Muttering　（the　historian　sincerely　hopes）　a　petition　for　forgiveness；　Bunker　firmly　answered

〃I　do　assure　you！〃

The　train　had　stopped；　and　as　they　were　the　only　first…class　passengers　on　board；　a　peculiarly　magnificent　footman　already　had　his　hand　upon　the　door。　　Before　turning　the　handle；　he　touched　his　hat。

〃Lord　Tulliwuddle？〃　he　respectfully　inquired。

〃Jazat　is；　yes；　I　am；〃　replied　the　Baron。



CHAPTER　VIII

From　the　platform　down　to　the　pier　was　only　some　fifty　yards；　and　before　them　the　travellers　perceived　an　exceedingly　smart　steam…　launch；　and　a　stout　middle…aged　gentleman；　in　a　blue　serge　suit　and　yachting　cap；　advancing　from　it　to　greet　them。　　They　had　only　time　to　observe　that　he　had　a　sanguine　complexion；　iron…gray　whiskers；　and　a　wide…open　eye；　before　he　raised　the　cap　and；　in　a　decidedly　North　British　accent；　thus　addressed　them

〃My　lordahem！your　lordship；　I　should　say　I　presume　I've　the　pleasure　of　seeing　Lord　Tulliwuddle？〃

The　Count　gently　pushed　his　more　distinguished　friend　in　front。　　With　an　embarrassment　equal　to　their　host's；　his　lordship　bowed　and　gave　his　hand。

〃I　am　ze　Tollyvoddlevary　pleasedMistair　Gosh；　I　soppose？〃

〃Gallosh；　my　lord。　　Very　honored　to　welcome　you。〃

In　the　round　eyes　of　Mr。　Gallosh；　Count　Bunker　perceived　an　unmistakable　stare　of　astonishment　at　the　sound　of　his　lordship's　accented　voice。　　The　Baron；　on　his　part；　was　evidently　still　suffering　from　his　attack　of　stage　fright；　but　again　the　Count's　gifts　smoothed　the　creases　from　the　situation。

〃You　have　not　introduced　me　to　our　host；　Tulliwuddle；〃　he　said；　with　a　gay；　infectious　confidence。

〃Ah；　so！　　Zis　is　my　friend　Count　Bunkergom　all　ze　vay　from　Austria；〃　responded　the　Baron；　with　no　glimmer　of　his　customary　aplomb。

Making　a　mental　resolution　to　warn　his　ally　never　to　say　one　word　more　about　his　fictitious　past　than　was　wrung　by　cross…examination；　the　distinguished…　looking　Austrian　shook　his　host's　hand　warmly。

〃From　Austria　via　London；〃　he　explained　in　his　pleasantest　manner。　　〃I　object　altogether　to　be　considered　a　foreigner；　Mr。　Gallosh；　and；　in　fact；　I　often　tell　Tulliwuddle　that　people　will　think　me　more　English　than　himself。　　The　German　fashions　so　much　in　vogue　at　Court　are　transforming　the　very　speech　of　your　nobility。　　Don't　you　sometimes　notice　it？〃

Thus　directly　appealed　to；　Mr。　Gallosh　became　manifestly　perplexed。

〃Yesyes；　you're　right　in　a　way；〃　he　pronounced　cautiously。　　〃I　suppose　they　do　that。　　But　will　ye　not　take　a　seat？　　This　is　my　launch。　　Hi！　　Robert；　give　his　lordship　a　hand　on　board！〃

Two　mariners　and　a　second　tall　footman　assisted　the　guests　to　embark；　and　presently　they　were　cutting　the　waters　of　the　loch　at　a　merry　pace。

In　the　prow；　like　youth；　the　Baron　insisted　upon　sitting　with　folded　arms　and　a　gloomy　aspect；　and　as　his　nerve　was　so　patently　disturbed；　the　Count　decidedly　approved　of　an　arrangement　which　left　his　host　and　himself　alone　together　in　the　stern。　　In　his　present　state　of　mind　the　Baron　was　capable　of　any　indiscretion　were　he　compelled　to　talk；　while；　silent　and　brooding　in　isolated　majesty；　he　looked　to　perfection　the　part　of　returning　exile。　　So；　evidently；　thought　Mr。　Gallosh。

〃His　lordship　is　looking　verra　well；〃　he　confided　to　the　Count　in　a　respectfully　lowered　voice。

〃The　improvement　has　been　remarkable　ever　since　his　foot　touched　his　native　heath。〃

〃You　don't　say　so；〃　said　Mr。　Gallosh；　with　even　greater　interest。　　〃Was　he　delicate　before？〃

〃A　London　life；　Mr。　Gallosh。〃

〃Truetrue；　he'll　have　been　busy　seeing　his　friends；　it'll　have　been　verra　wearing。〃

〃The　anxiety；　the　business　of　being　invested；　and　so　on；　has　upset　him　a　trifle。　　You　must　put　down　any　littlewell；　peculiarity　to　that；　Mr。　Gallosh。〃

〃I　understandaye；　umh'm；　quite　so。　　He'll　like　to　be　left　to　himself；　perhaps？〃

〃That　depends　on　his　condition；〃　said　the　Count　diplomatically。

〃It's　a　great　responsibility　for　a　young　man；　yon's　a　big　property　to　look　after；〃　observed　Mr。　Gallosh　in　a　moment。

〃You　have　touched　the　spot！〃　said　the　Count　warmly。　　〃That　is；　in　fact；　the　chief　cause　of　Tulliwuddle's　curious　moodiness　ever　since　he　succeeded　to　the　title。　　He　feels　his　responsibilities　a　little　too　acutely。〃

Again　Mr。　Gallosh　ruminated；　while　his　guest　from　the　corner　of　his　eye　surveyed