Then, for an instant, a horrible confusion nearly overcame the Baron.

He--a von Blitzenberg--to give a false name! His color rose, he stammered, and only in the nick of time caught his companion's eye.
"Ze Lord Tollyvoddle," he announced, with an effort as heroic as any of his ancestors' most warlike enterprises.
Too impressed to inquire how this remarkable title should be spelled, the man turned to the other distinguished-looking passenger.
"Bunker," said that gentleman, with smiling assurance.
The man went out.
"Now are ve named!" cried the Baron, his courage rising the higher for the shock it had sustained.

"And you vunce more vill be Bonker?
Goot!" "That satisfies you ?" The Baron hesitated.
"My dear friend, I have a splendid idea! Do you know I did disgover zere used to be a nobleman in Austria really called Count Bonker?
He vas a famous man; you need not be ashamed to take his name.

Vy should not you be Count Bonker ?" "You prefer to travel in titled company?
Well, be hanged--why not! When one comes to think of it, it seems a pity that my sins should always be attributed to the middle classes." Accordingly this history has now the honorable task of chronicling the exploits of no fewer than two noblemen..