CHAPTER V
It is at all times pleasant to contemplate thorough workmanship
and sagacious foresight, particularly when these are allied with
disinterested purpose and genuine enthusiasm. For the next few days Mr.
Bunker, preparing to carry out to the best of his ability the delicate
commission with which he had been entrusted, presented this stimulating
spectacle.
Absolutely no pains were left untaken. By the aid of some volumes lent
him by Tulliwuddle he learned, and digested in a pocketbook, as much
information as he thought necessary to acquire concerning the history of
the noble family he was temporarily about to enter; together with
notes of their slogan or war-cry (spelled phonetically to avoid the
possibility of a mistake), of their acreage, gross and net rentals, the
names of their land-agents, and many other matters equally to the point.
It was further to be observed that he spared no pains to imprint these
particulars in the Baron's Teutonic memory--whether to support his own
in case of need, or for some more secret purpose, it were impossible to
fathom. Disguised as unconspicuous and harmless persons, they would meet
in many quiet haunts whose unsuspected excellences they could guarantee
from their old experience, and there mature their philanthropic plan.
Not only had its talented originator to impress the Tulliwuddle annals
and statistics into his ally's eager mind, but he had to exercise the
nicest tact and discernment lest the Baron's excess of zeal should trip
their enterprise at the very outset.
“To-day I have told Alicia zat my visit to Russia vill probably be
vollowed by a visit to ze Emperor of China,” the Baron would recount
with vast pride in his inventive powers. “And I have dropped a leetle
hint zat for an envoy to be imprisoned in China is not to be surprised.
Zat vill prepare her in case I am avay longer zan ve expect.”
“And how did she take that intimation?” asked Essington, with a less
congratulatory air than he had expected.
“I did leave her in tears.”
“My dear Baron, fly to her to tell her you are not going to China!
She will get so devilish alarmed if you are gone a week that she'll go
straight to the embassy and make inquiries.”
He shook his head, and added in an impressive voice--
“Never lie for lying's sake, Blitzenberg. Besides, how do you propose to
forge a Chinese post-mark?”
The Baron had laid the foundations of his Russian trip on a sound basis
by requesting a friend of his in that country to post to the Baroness
the bi-weekly budgets of Muscovite gossip which he intended to
compose at Hechnahoul. This, it seemed to him, would be a simple feat,
particularly with his friend Bunker to assist; but he had to confess
that the provision of Chinese news would certainly be more difficult.
“Ach, vell, I shall contradict China,” he agreed.
It will be readily believed that what with getting up his brief, pruning
the legends with which the Baron proposed to satisfy his wife and his
ambassador, and purchasing an outfit suitable to the roles of peer and
chieftain, this indefatigable gentleman passed three or four extremely
busy days.
“Ve most start before my dear mozzer-in-law does gom!” the Baron more
than once impressed upon him, so that there was no moment to be wasted.
Two days before their departure Mr. Bunker greeted his ally with a
peculiarly humorous smile.
“The pleasures of our visit to Hechnahoul are to be considerably
augmented,” said he. “Tulliwuddle has only just made the discovery
that his ancestral castle is let; but his tenant, in the most handsome
spirit, invites us to be his guests so long as we are in Scotland. A
very hospitable letter, isn't it?”
He handed him a large envelope with a more than proportionately large
crest upon it, and drawing from this a sheet of note-paper headed by a
second crest, the Baron read this epistle:
“MY LORD,--Learning that you propose visiting your Scottish estates, and
Mr. M'Fadyen, your factor, informing me no lodge is at present available
for your reception, it will give Mrs. Gallosh and myself great pleasure,
and we will esteem it a distinguished honor, if you and your friend will
be our guests at Hechnahoul Castle during the duration of your visit.
Should you do us the honor of accepting, I shall send my steam launch
to meet you at Torrydhulish pier and convey you across the loch, if you
will be kind enough to advise me which train you are coming by.
“In conclusion, Mrs. Gallosh and myself beg to assure you that although
you find strangers in your ancestral halls, you will receive both from
your tenantry and ourselves a very hearty welcome to your native land.
Believe me, your obedient servant,
“DUNCAN JNO. GALLOSH.”
“Zat is goot news!” cried the Baron. “Ve shall have company--perhaps
ladies! Ach, Bonker, I have ze soft spot in mine heart: I am so constant
as ze needle to ze pole; but I do like sometimes to talk mit voman!”
“With Mrs. Gallosh, for instance?”
“But, Bonker, zere may be a Miss Gallosh.”
“If you consulted the Baroness,” said Bunker, smiling, “I suspect she
would prefer you to be imprisoned in China.”
The Baron laughed, and curled his martial mustache with a dangerous air.
“Who is zis Gallosh?” he inquired.
“Scottish, I judge from his name; commercial, from his literary style;
elevated by his own exertions, from the size of his crest; and wealthy,
from the fact that he rents Hechnahoul Castle. His mention of Mrs.
Gallosh points to the fact that he is either married or would have us
think so; and I should be inclined to conclude that he has probably
begot a family.”
“Aha!” said the Baron. “Ve vill gom and see, eh?”