"And what there is of it sounds almost too good news to be true," added his sister. "I don't want a man like a stained-glass window, Count; because for one thing I couldn't get him."
"If you specify your requirements we shall do our best to satisfy you," replied the Count imperturbably.
"Well, now," said Eleanor thoughtfully, "I may just as well tell you that if I'm going to take a peer--and I must own peers are rather my fancy at present --it was Mohammedan pashas last year, wasn't it, Ri?" ("That is so," from Ri.)--"If I AM going to take a peer, I must have a man that LOOKS a peer. I've been plagued with so many undersized and round-shouldered noblemen that I'm beginning to wonder whether the aristocracy gets proper nourishment.
How tall is Lord Tulliwuddle?"
"Six feet and half an inch."
"That's something more like!" said Ri; and his sister smiled her acquiescence.
"And does he weigh up to it?" she inquired.
"Fourteen, twelve, and three-quarters."
"What's that in pounds, Ri? We don't count people in stones in America."
A tense frown, a nervous twitching of the lip, and in an instant the young financier produced the answer "Two hundred and nine pounds all but four ounces."
"Well," said Eleanor, "it all depends on how he holds himself. That's a lot to carry for a young man."
"He holds himself like one of his native pine-trees, Miss Maddison!"
She clapped her hands.
"Now I call that just a lovely metaphor, Count Bunker!" she cried. "Oh, if he's going to look like a pine, and walk like the pipers at the Torrydhulish gathering, and really be a chief like Fergus MacIvor or Roderick Dhu, I do believe I'll actually fall in love with him!"
"Say, Count," interposed Ri, "I guess we've heard he's half German."
"It was indeed in Germany that he learned his thorough grasp of politics, statesmanship, business, and finance, and acquired his lofty ambitions and indomitable perseverance."
"He'll do, Eleanor," said the young man. "That's to say, if he is anything like the prospectus."
His sister made no immediate reply. She seemed to be musing--and not unpleasantly.
At that moment a motor car passed the window.
"My!" exclaimed Eleanor, "I'd quite forgot!
That will be to take the Honorable Stanley to the station. We must say good-by to him, I suppose" She turned to the Count and added in explanation--"The last to apply was the Honorable Stanley Pilkington--Lord Didcott's heir, you know. Oh, if you could see him, you'd realize what I've had to go through!"
Even as she spoke he was given the opportunity, for the door somewhat diffidently opened and an unhappy-looking young man came slowly into the room. He was clearly to be classified among the round-shouldered ineligibles; being otherwise a tall and slender youth, with an amiable expression and a smoothly well-bred voice.
"I've come to say good-by, Miss Maddison," he said, with a mournful air. "I--I've enjoyed my visit very much," he added, as he timidly shook her hand.
"So glad you have, Mr. Pilkington," she replied cordially. "It has been a very great pleasure to entertain you. Our friend Count Bunker--Mr. Pilkington."
The young man bowed with a look in his eye that clearly said--"The nest candidate, I perceive."
Then having said good-by to Ri, the Count heard him murmur to Eleanor--"Couldn't you--er--couldn't you just manage to see me of?"
"With very great pleasure!" she replied in a hearty voice that seemed curiously enough rather to damp than cheer his drooping spirits.
No sooner had they left the room together than Darius, junior, turned energetically to his guest, and said in a voice ringing with pride--"You may not believe me, Count, but I assure you that is the third fellow she has seen to the door inside a fortnight! One Duke, one Viscount--who will expand into something more considerable some day--and this Honorable Pilkington! Your friend, sir, will be a fortunate man if he is able to please my sister."
"She seems, indeed, a charming girl."
"Charming! She is an angel in human form! And I, sir, her brother, will see to it that she is not deceived in the man she chooses--not if I can help it!"
The young man said this with such an air as Bunker supposed his forefathers to have worn when they hurled the tea into Boston harbor.
"I trust that Lord Tulliwuddle, at least, will not fall under your displeasure, sir," he replied with an air of sincere conviction that exactly echoed his thoughts.
"Oh, Ri!" cried Eleanor, running back into the room, "he was so sweet as he said good-by in the hall that I nearly kissed him! I would have, only it might have made him foolish again. But did you see his shoulders, Count! And oh, to think of marrying a gentle thing like that! Is Lord Tulliwuddle a firm man, Count Bunker?"
"Adamant--when in the right," the Count assured her.
A renewed air of happy musing in her eyes warned him that he had probably said exactly enough, and with the happiest mean betwixt deference and dignity he bade them farewell.
"Then, Count, we shall see you all to-morrow," said Eleanor as they parted. "Please tell your hosts that I am very greatly looking forward to the pleasure of knowing them. There is a Miss Gallosh, isn't there?"
The Count informed her that there was in fact such a lady.
"That is very good news for me! I need a girl friend very badly, Count; these proposals lose half their fun with only Ri to tell them to. I intend to make a confidante of Miss Gallosh on the spot!"
"H'm," thought the Count, as he drove away, "I wonder whether she will."
