"Rudolph! You pretend you do not know me?" cried the Countess between wrath and bewilderment.
"I never did ever see sochlike a voman before," reiterated the Baron.
"What do you say to that, ma'am?" inquired Mr. Maddison.
"I say--I blush to say--that this wretched young man is my son-in-law," declared the Countess.
As she had come to the house inquiring merely for Lord Tulliwuddle, and been conducted straight to the prisoner's cell, the stupefying effect of this announcement may readily be conceived.
"What!" ejaculated the Dariuses.
"It is not true! She is mad! Take her avay, please!" shouted the Baron, now desperate in his resolution to say or do anything, so long as he got rid of his formidable relative.
"Is he demented?" she inquired.