I am noble, and most be so accordingly." "What steps do you propose to take ?" inquired Bunker with perfect gravity.
The Baron stared at the picture.
"Last night I had a dream.

It vas zat man--at least, probably it vas, for I cannot remember eggsactly.

He did pursue me mit a kilt." "With what did you defend yourself ?" "I know not: I jost remember zat it should be a warning.

Ve Blitzenbergs have ze gift to dream." The Baron rose from the table and lit a cigar.

After three puffs he threw it from him.
"I cannot smoke," he said dismally.