the Baron loftily.

His wife's spirits began to revive. There seemed to
speak the owner of Fogelschloss, the haughty magnate
of Bavaria.

"You have too much self-respect to wish to find yourself
in such a position again," she said. "I know you
have, Rudolph!"

The Baron was silent. This appeal met with distinctly
less response than she confidently counted upon. In a
graver note she inquired--

"You know what mother thinks of Mr. Essington?"

"Your mozzer is a vise old lady, Alicia; but we do
not zink ze same on all opinions."

"She will be exceedingly displeased if you--well, if
you do anything that she THOROUGHLY disapproves of."

The Baron left the window and took his wife's plump
hand affectionately within his own broad palm.

"You can assure her, my love, zat I shall never do
vat she dislikes. You vill say zat to her if she
inquires?"

"Can I, truthfully?"