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name?" "That, sir," stammered Mackenzie, greatly taken aback by the inquiry. "Why, sir, that's the famous Count Bunker--your uncle, sir, is he no'?" Bunker began to see a glimmer of light, though the vista it illumined was scarcely a much pleasanter prospect than the previous bank of fog. He remembered now, for the first time since his journey north, that the Baron, in dubbing him Count Bunker, had encouraged him to take the title on the ground that it was a real dignity once borne by a famous personage; and in a flash he realized the pitfalls that awaited a solitary false step. "THAT my uncle!" he exclaimed with an air of pleased surprise, examining the portrait more attentively; "by Gad, I suppose it is! But I can't say it is a flattering likeness. 'Philosopher, teacher, and martyr'--how apt a description! I hadn't noticed that before, or I should have known at once who it was." Still Mackenzie was looking at him with a perplexed and uneasy air. "Miss Wallingford, sir, seems under the impression that you would be wanting jist the same kind of things as he likit," he remarked diffidently. The Count laughed. "Hence the condemned cell she's put me in? I see! Ha, ha! No, Mackenzie, I have moved with the times. In fact, my uncle's philosophy and teachings always struck me as hardly suitable for a gentleman." "I was thinking that mysel'," observed Mackenzie. "Well, you understand now how things are, don't you? By the way, you haven't put out my evening clothes, I notice." "You werena to dress, sir, Miss Julia said." "Not to dress! What the deuce does she expect me to dine in?" With a sheepish grin Mackenzie pointed to something upon the bed which the Count had hitherto taken to be a rough species of quilt. "She said you might like to wear that, sir." The Count took it up. "It appears to be a dressing-gown!" said he. "She said, sir, your uncle was wont to dine in it." "Ah! It's one of my poor uncle's eccentricities, is it? Very nice of Miss Wallingford; but all the same I think you can put out my evening clothes for me; and, I say, get me some hot water and a couple of towels that feel a little less like sandpaper, will you? By the way--one moment, Mackenzie!--you needn't mention anything of this to Miss Wallingford. I'll explain it all to her myself." It is remarkable how the presence or absence of a few of the very minor accessories of life will affect the humor even of a man so ess
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