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and Count Bunker , whose knowledge of human nature was profound and remarkably accurate , was careful to fortify his friend by example and praise , till by the time they went to bed the Baron could scarcely be withheld from seeking out the manager and airing his assurance upon him . Or , at least , he declared he would have done this had he been sure that the manager was not already in bed himself . Unfortunately at this juncture the Count committed one of those indiscretions to which a gay spirit is always prone , but which , to do him justice , seldom sullied his own record as a successful adventurer . At an hour considerably past midnight , hearing an excited summons from the Baron 's bedroom , he laid down his toothbrush and hastened across the passage , to find the new peer in a crimson dressing-gown of quilted silk gazing enthusiastically at a lithograph that hung upon the wall . `` See ! '' he cried gleefully , `` here is my own ancestor . Bonker , I feel I am Tollyvoddle indeed . ''