Be thankful you have soch a friend, Tollyvoddle!" "You don't think anybody will suspect that you aren't really me ?" "Does any one up at Hechnahoul know you ?" "No." "And no one there knows me.

They will never suspect for an instant." His lordship assumed a look that would have been serious, almost impressive, had he first removed his eye-glass.

Evidently some weighty consideration had occurred to him.
"You are an awfully clever chap, Essington," he said, "and deuced superior to most fellows, and--er--all that kind of thing.
But--well--you don't mind my saying it ?" "My morals?
My appearance?
Say anything you like, my dear fellow." "It's only this, that noblesse oblige, and that kind of thing, you know." "I am afraid I don't quite follow." "Well, I mean that you aren't a nobleman, and do you think you could carry things off like a--ah--like a Tulliwuddle ?" Essington remained entirely serious.
"I shall have at my elbow an adviser whose knowledge of the highest society in Europe is, without exaggeration, unequalled.

Your perfectly natural doubts will be laid at rest when I tell you that I hope to be accompanied by the Baron Rudolph von Blitzenberg." The Baron could no longer contain himself.
"Himmel! Hurray! My dear friend, I vill go mit you to hell!" "That's very good of you," said Essington, "but you mistake my present destination.

I merely wish your company as far as the Castle of Hechnahoul." "I gom mit so moch pleasure zat I cannot eggspress! Tollyvoddle, be no longer afraid.