e too acutely。〃
Again Mr。 Gallosh ruminated； while his guest from the corner of his eye surveyed him shrewdly。
〃My forecast was wonderfully accurate；〃 he said to himself。
The silence was first broken by Mr。 Gallosh。 As if thinking aloud； he remarked
〃I was awful surprised to hear him speak！ It's the Court fashion； you say？〃
〃Partly that； partly a prolonged residence on the Continent in his youth。 He acquired his accent then； he has retained it for fashion's sake；〃 explained the Count； who thought it as well to bolster up the weakest part of his case a little more securely。
With this prudent purpose； he added； with a flattering air of taking his host into his aristocratic confidence
〃You will perhaps be good enough to explain this to the friends and dependants Lord Tulliwuddle is about to meet？ A breath of unsympathetic criticism would grieve him greatly if it came to his ears。〃
〃Quite； quite；〃 said Mr。 Gallosh eagerly。 〃I'll make it all right。 I understand the sentiment pairfectly。 It's verra naturalverra natural indeed。〃
At that moment the Baron started from his reverie with an affrighted air。
〃Vat is zat strange sound！〃 he exclaimed。
The others listened。
〃That's just the pipes； my lord；〃 said Mr。 Gallosh。 〃They're tuning up to welcome you。〃
His lordship stared at the shore ahead of them。
〃Zere are many peoples on ze coast！〃 he cried。 〃Vat makes it for？〃
〃They've come to receive you；〃 his host explained。 〃It's just a little spontaneous demonstration； my lord。〃
His lordship's composure in no way increased。
〃It was Mrs。 Gallosh organized a wee bit entertainment on his lordship's landing；〃 their host explained confidentially to the Count。 〃It's just informal； ye understand。 She's been instructing some of the tenants and ma own girls will be therebut； oh； it's nothing to speak of。 If he says a few words in reply； that'll be all they'll be expecting。〃
The strains of 〃Tulliwuddle wha hae〃 grew ever louder and； to an untrained ear； more terrific。 In a moment they were mingled with a clapping of hands and a Highland cheer； the launch glided alongside the pier； and； supported on his faithful friend's arm； the panic…stricken Tulliwuddle staggered ashore。 Before his dazed eyes there seemed to be arrayed the vastest and most barbaric concourse his worst nightmare had ever imagined。 Six pipers played within ten paces of him； each of them arrayed in the full panoply of the clan； at least a dozen dogs yelped their exultation； and from the surrounding throng two ancient men in tartan and four visions in snowy white stepped forth to greet the distinguished visitors。
The first hitch in the proceedings occurred at this point。 According to the unofficial but carefully considered programme； the pipers ought to have ceased their melody； but； whether inspired by ecstatic loyalty or because the Tulliwuddle pibroch took longer to perform than had been anticipated； they continued to skirl with such vigor that expostulations passed entirely unheard。 Under the circumstances there was nothing for it but shouting； and in a stentorian yell Mr。 Gallosh introduced his wife and three fair daughters。
Thereupon Mrs。 Gallosh； a broad…beamed matron whose complexion contrasted pleasantly with her costume； delivered the following oration
〃Lord Tulliwuddle； in the name of the women of HechnahoulI may say in the name of the women of all the Highlandsoor ain Heelands； my lord〃 （this with the most insinuating smile）〃I bid you welcome to your ancestral estates。 Remembering the conquests your ancestors used to make both in war and in a gentler sphere〃 （Mrs。 Gallosh looked archness itself）； 〃we ladies； I suppose； should regard your home… coming with some misgivings； but； my lord； every bonny Prince Charlie has his bonny Flora Macdonald； and in this land of mountain； mist； and flood； where 'Dark Ben More frowns o'er the wave；' and where 'Ilka lassie has her laddie；' you will find a thousand romantic maidens ready to welcome you as Ellen welcomed Fitz…James！ For centuries your heroic race has adorned the halls and trod the heather of Hechnahoul； and for centuries more we hope to see the offspring of your lordship and some winsome Celtic maid rule these cataracts and glens！〃
At this point the exertion of shouting down six bagpipes in active eruption caused a temporary cessation of the lady's eloquence； and the pause was filled by the cheers of the crowd led by the 〃Hip…hip…hip！〃 of Count Bunker； and by the broken and fortunately inaudible protests of the embarrassed father of future Tulliwuddles。 In a moment Mrs。 Gallosh had resumed
〃Lord Tulliwuddle； though I myself am only a stranger to your clan； your Highland heart will feel reassured when I mention that I belong through my grandmother to the kindred clan of the Mackays！〃 （〃Hear； hear！〃 from two or three ladies and gentlemen； evidently guests of the Gallosh。） 〃We are but visitors at Hechnahoul； yet we assure you that no more devoted hearts beat in all Caledonia！ Lord Tulliwuddle； we welcome you！〃
〃Put your hand on your heart and bow；〃 whispered Bunker。 〃Keep on bowing and say nothing！〃
Mechanically the bewildered Baron obeyed； and for a few moments presented a spectacle not unlike royalty in procession。
But as some reply from him had evidently been expected at this point； and the pipers had even ceased playing lest any word of their chief's should be lost； a pause ensued which might have grown embarrassing had not the Count promptly stepped forward。
〃I think；〃 he said； indicating two other snow…white figures who held gigantic bouquets； 〃that a pleasant part of the ceremony still remains before us。〃
With a grateful glance at this discerning guest； Mrs。 Gallosh thereupon led forward her two youngest daughters （aged fifteen and thirteen）； who； with an air so delightfully coy that it fell like a ray of sunshine on the poor Baron's heart； presented him with their flowery symbols of Hechnahoul's obeisance to its lord。
His consternation returned with the advance of the two ancient clansmen who； after a guttural panegyric in Gaelic； offered him further symbolsa claymore and target； very formidable to behold。 All these gifts having been adroitly transferred to the arms of the footmen by the ubiquitous Count； the Baron's emotions swiftly passed through another phase when the eldest Miss Gallosh； aged twenty； with burning eyes and the most distracting tresses； dropped him a sweeping courtesy and offered a final contributiona fiery cross； carved and painted by her own fair hands。
A fresh round of applause followed this； and then a sudden silence fell upon the assembly。 All eyes were turned upon the chieftain： not even a dog barked： it was the moment of a lifetime。
〃Can you manage a speech； old man？〃 whispered Bunker。
〃Ach； no； no； no！ Let me escape。 Oh； let me fly！〃
〃Bury your face in your hands and lean on my shoulder；〃 prompted the Count。
This stage direction being obeyed； the most effective tableau conceivable was presented； and the climax was reached when the Count； after a brief dumb…show intended to indicate how vain were Lord Tulliwuddle's efforts to master his emotion； spoke these words in the most thrilling accents he could muster
〃Fair ladies and brave men of Hechnahoul！ Your chief； your friend； your father requests me to express to you the sentiments which his over…wrought emotions prevent him from uttering himself。 On his behalf I tender to his kind and courteous friends； Mr。； Mrs。； and the fair maids Gallosh； the thanks of a long… absent exile returned to his native land for the welcome they have given him！ To his devoted clan he not only gives his thanks； but his promise that all rents shall be reduced by one halfso long as he dwells among them！〃 （Tumultuous applause； disturbed only by a violent ejaculation from a large man in knickerbockers whom Bunker justly judged to be the factor。）
〃With his last breath he shall perpetually thunder： Ahasheencomaramohr！〃
The Tulliwuddle slogan； pronounced with the most conscientious accuracy of which a Sassenach was capable； proved as effective a curtain as he had anticipated； and amid a perfect babel of cheering and bagpiping the chieftain was led to his host's carriage。
CHAPTER IX
〃Well； the worst of it is over；〃 said Bunker cheerfully。
The Baron groaned。 〃Ze vorst is only jost beginning to gommence。〃
They were sitting over a crackling fire of logs in the sitting…room of the suite which their host had reserved for his honored visitors。 How many heirlooms and dusky portraits the romantic thoughtfulness of the ladies had managed to crowd into this apartment for the occasion were hard to compute； enough； certainly； one would think； to inspire the most sluggish… blooded Tulliwuddle with a martial exultation。 Instead； the chieftain groaned again。
〃Tell zem I am ill。 I cannot gom to dinner。 To… morrow I shall take ze train back to London。 Himmel！ Vy vas I fool enof to act soch dishonorable lies！ I deceive all these kind peoples！〃
〃It isn't that which worries me；〃 said Bunker imperturbably。 〃I am only afraid that if you display this spirit you won't deceive them。〃
〃I do not vish to；〃 said the Baron sulkily。
It required half an hour of the Count's most artful blandishments to persuade him that duty； honor； and prudence all summoned him to the feast。 This being accomplished； he next endeavored to convince him that he would feel more comfortable in the airy freedom of the Tulliwuddle tartan。 But here the Baron was obdurate。 Now that the kilt lay ready to his hand he could not be persuaded even to look at it。 In gloomy silence he donned his conventional evening dress and announced； last thing before they left their room
〃Bonker； say no more！ To…morrow morning I depart！〃
Their hostess had explained that a merely informal dinner awaited them； since his lordship （she observed） would no doubt prefer a quiet evening after his long journey。 But Mrs。 Gallosh was one of those good ladies who are fond of asking their friends to take 〃pot luck；〃 and then providing them with fourteen courses； or suggesting a 〃quiet little evening together；〃 when they have previously removed the drawing… room carpet。 It is an affectation of mode