"What's that for?" said Jill.
"Well, we're not going to fly across the Channel, are we? Besides that, supposing we go to Lucerne part of the time?"
"What about taking the car?" said Daphne.
"It's expensive," said Berry moodily, "but I don't see how else we can satisfactorily sustain the flow of bloated plutocracy which at present oozes from us."
We all agreed that the car must come. Then arose the burning question of where to go. In a rash moment Jill murmured something about Montenegro.
"Montenegro?" said Berry, with a carelessness that should have put her on her guard.
"Yes," said Jill. "I heard someone talking about it when I was dining with the Bedells. It sounded priceless. I had a sort of idea it was quite small, and had a prince, but it's really quite big, and it's got a king over it, and they all wear the old picturesque dress, and the scenery's gorgeous. And, if it was wet, we could go to the—the—"
"Kursaal," said Berry. "No, not Kursaal. It's like that, though."
"Casino?"
"That's it—Casino. And then we could go on to Nice and Cannes, and—"