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It was an hour later; the scene and the personages the same, but the atmosphere marvellously altered.
"To ze ladies, Bonker!" "To HER, Baron!" "To zem both!" The genial heart, the magnanimous soul of Rudolph von Blitzenberg had asserted their dominion again.

Depression, jealousy, repentance, qualms, and all other shackles of the spirit whatsoever, had fled discomfited.
Now at last he saw his late exploits in their true heroic proportions, and realized his marvellous good fortune in satisfying his aspirations so gloriously.