Part 34 (1/2)
”Zey vill not take you ven you tell zem! I shall insist viz Sir Richard!”
”The law is the law, Baron, and I'm a certified lunatic. Here we must part till the weather clears; and mind, you mustn't say a word about my coming to see you.”
The Baron looked at him disconsolately.
”You most really go, Bonker?”
”Really, Baron.”
”And vere to?”
”To London town again by the milk train.”
”And vat vill you do zere?”
”Look for my name.”
”Bot how?”
Mr Bunker hesitated.
”I have a little clue,” he said at last, ”only a thread, but I'll try it for what it's worth.”
”Haf you money enoff?”
”Thanks to your generosity and my skill at billiards, yes, which reminds me that I must return poor Trelawney's ten pounds some day. At present, I can't afford to be scrupulous. So, you see, I'm provided for.”
”Cigars at least, Bonker! You most smoke, my frient vizout a name!”
The Baron, night-s.h.i.+rted and barefooted as he was, dived into his portmanteau and produced a large box of cigars.
”You like zese, Bonker. Zey are your own choice. Smoke zem and zink of me!”
”A few, Baron, would be a pleasant reminiscence,” said his friend, with a smile, ”if you really insist.”
”All, Bonker,-I vill not keep vun! I can get more. No, you most take zem all!”
Mr Bunker opened his bag and put in the box without a word.
”You most write,” said the Baron, ”tell me vere you are. I shall not tell any soul, bot ven I can, I shall gom up, and ve shall sup togezzer vunce more. Pairhaps ve may haf anozzer adventure, ha, ha!”
The Baron's laugh was almost too hearty to be true.
”I shall let you know, as soon as I find a room. It won't be in the Mayonaise this time! Good-bye: good sport and luck in love!”
”Good-bye, my frient, good-bye,” said the Baron, squeezing his hand.