"Nein, nein!" interrupted the Baron. "Donnerwetter!
Ach, no, it most not be so soon. I most
practise a leetle first. Not so immediately, Bonker."

Bunker looked at him with a glance of unfathomable
calm.

"I find that it will be necessary for you to observe
one or two ancient ceremonies, associated from time
immemorial with the accession of a Tulliwuddle. You
are prepared for the ordeal?"

"I most do my duty, Bonker."

"This suggests some more inspiring vision than the
gentleman in the gold frame," thought the Count
acutely.

Aloud he remarked

"You have high ideals, Baron."

"I hope so."

Again the Baron was the unconscious object of a
humorous, perspicacious scrutiny.

"Last night I did hear zat moch was to be expected
from me," he observed at length.