it's what is good for his interests."

"Bot if I should fail?"

"He will be no worse off than before. Left to
himself, he certainly won't marry the lady. You give him
his only chance."

"Bot more zan you vould, really and truthfully?"

"My dear Baron, you are admitted by all to be
an ideal German nobleman. Therefore you will certainly
make an ideal British peer. You have the true
Grand-Seigneur air. No one would mistake you for
anything but a great aristocrat, if they merely saw
you in bathing pants; whereas I have something a
little different about my manner. I'm not so impressive--
not so hall-marked, in fact."

His friend's omniscient air and candidly eloquent
tone impressed the Baron considerably. His ingrained
conviction of his own importance accorded admirably
with these arguments. His thirst for "life" craved
this lion's share. His sanguine spirit leaped at the
appeal. Yet his well-regulated conscience could not
but state one or two patent objections.

"Bot I have not read so moch of the Tollyvoddles
as you. I do not know ze strings so vell."