Bertie smiled.
"Your Venus with the tow-coloured topknot seems to be in that boat. She's looking at you all the time."
"Do you quarrel with her taste?"
"No; but you know her pretty well, then?"
"An impertinent question. She came over on the ship with me."
"And wants to go back the same way—eh, what? Well, I'd like to interview Sir Jules anyway. There ought to be a column story in him."
"Yes, he ought to be worth fifty dollars."
"Did you say he'd got the German Emperor?"
"I understand that's so; he's going down to Corfu to see him again. He'll get the thing through if I don't upset it."
"Why should you upset it?"