This might not entirely satisfy the aspirations of his soul, yet it seemed to serve as some vent for his pent-up spirit.

He turned to his spouse with a pleasantly meditative air.
"I should like to see old Bonker vunce more," he observed.
"Bunker?
You mean Mr.Mandell-Essington ?" said she, with an apprehensive note in her voice.
"To me he vill alvays be Bonker." The Baroness looked at him reproachfully.
"You promised me, Rudolph, you would see as little as possible of Mr.
Essington." "Oh, ja, as leetle--as possible," answered the Baron, though not with his most ingenuous air.

"Besides, it is tree years since I promised.
For tree years I have seen nozing.

My love Alicia, you vould not have me forget mine friends altogezzer ?" But the Baroness had too vivid a recollection of their last (and only) visit to England since their marriage.

By a curious coincidence that also was three years ago.
"When you last met you remember what happened ?" she asked, with an ominous hint of emotion in her accents.
"My love, how often have I eggsplained?
Zat night you mean, I did schleep in mine hat because I had got a cold in my head.