"Allow me to invite the company myself to stay with me in Bavaria!" The Baron turned crimson, as he realized the abyss of error into which he had so nearly plunged.

Adroitly the Count covered his confusion with a fit of laughter so ingeniously hearty that in a moment he had joined in it too.
"Ha, ha, ha!" he shouted.

"Zat was a leetle joke at my friend's eggspense.

It is here, in my castle, you shall visit me; some day very soon I shall live in him.

Meanvile, dear Mrs.Gallosh, gonsider it your home! For me you make it heaven, and I cannot ask more zan zat! Now let us gom and have some fon!" A salvo of applause greeted this conclusion.