"He is--he WAS my son!" "Stoff and nonsense!" roared the Baron.

"Remove her!--I am tired." "Well," said Mr.Maddison, "I guess I don't much believe either of you; but whether you know each other or not, you make such a remarkably fine couple that I reckon you'd better get acquainted now.

Come, Ri." And before either Countess or Baron could interpose, their captors had slipped out, the key was turned, and they were left to the dual enjoyment of the antique apartment.
"Teufel!" shouted the Baron, kicking the door frantically.

"Open him, open him! I vill pay you a hondred pound! Goddam! Open!" But only the gasps of the Countess answered him.
It is generally conceded that if you want to see the full depths of brutality latent in man, you must thoroughly frighten him first.

This condition the Countess of Grillyer had exactly succeeded in fulfilling, with the consequence that the Baron, hitherto the most complacent and amiable of sons-in-law, seemed ambitious of rivalling the Turk.