"Ach, how pleased I am!" "Baron!" replied his visitor gaily.

"You cannot deceive me--that waistcoat was made in Germany! Let me lead you to a respectable tailor!" Yet, despite his bantering tone, it was easy to see that he took an equal pleasure in the meeting.
"Ha, ha!" laughed the Baron, "vot a fonny zing to say! Droll as ever, eh ?" "Five years less droll than when we first met," said the late Bunker and present Essington.

"You meet a dullish dog, Baron--a sobered reveller." "Ach, no! Not surely?
Do not disappoint me, dear Bonker!" The Baron's plaintive note seemed to amuse his friend.
"You don't mean to say you actually wish a boon companion?
You, Baron, the modern Talleyrand, the repository of three emperors' secrets?
My dear fellow, I nearly came in deep mourning." "Mourning! For vat ?" "For our lamented past: I supposed you would have the air of a Nonconformist beadle." "My friend!" said the Baron eagerly, and yet with a lowering of his voice, "I vould not like to engage a beadle mit jost ze same feelings as me.

Come here to zis corner and let us talk! Vaiter! whisky--soda--cigars--all for two.

Come, Bonker!" Stretched in arm-chairs, in a quiet corner of the room, the two surveyed one another with affectionate and humorous interest.