"No! I was at the Manhattan Hotel."
"Your uncle will not make a fortune at the Café Suisse," he remarked.
"I do not think," I answered, "that he will lose one."
"Does he know what you propose?"
I shook my head.
"The fatherland means little to him," I answered. "He has lived in
America too long."
"You are willing to buy your own rifle?" he asked.
"I would rather not," I answered.
"We sell them for a trifle," he continued. "You would not mind ten shillings."
"I would rather pay nothing," I answered, "but I will pay ten shillings if I must."