"But what am I to do for frocks?"
"Can't you wear those you took to America?"
"My dear father, they were mostly summer dresses."
"Well, Corfu is a summer resort. I forget what the winter temperature is—something abnormal. Unfortunately, they have just opened a gambling saloon there. Wherever nature is most beautiful, there men turn their backs upon her."
"Sir Jules is hardly likely to do that. He is going to Corfu to try to meet the German Emperor. You know he has a great idea—the Federation of Europe. He says that commerce is the only key to the peace of the world."
"A faith rather in the Jews than the Divine gospels."
"Oh! I think not—a faith in good common sense, father."
Silvester shook his head.
"He will not associate himself with us," he said, a little sadly. And then, "They tell me he is a very rich man."
"Just the reason why I must have some frocks if I go to Corfu."