"At the church council?"
"Yes; that man has a future. The pastor primarius nodded to him. He'll soon be an alderman, like all landed proprietors."
"What about the 'Triton'?"
"They work with debentures now; but your brother hasn't lost anything by it, even though he hasn't made anything. No, he's other fish to fry!"
"Don't let us talk of that man."
"But he's your brother!"
"That isn't his merit! But now tell me what you want."
"My boy's funeral is to-morrow, and I have no dress-coat...."
"I'll lend you mine."
"Thank you, brother. You're extricating me from an awkward position. That was one thing, but there is something else, of a rather more delicate nature...."