"I guess."
"Mrs. Macmathers, I want to go a bear, a large bear, to win, say--I want to put it modestly--a hundred millions."
"Pounds?"
"Pounds."
It is to be feared that Mrs. Macmathers whistled.
"Figures large," she said.
"All the world knows that war is inevitable between France and Germany."
"Proceed."
"I want to arrange that it shall break out at the moment when it best suits me."
"I guess you're a modest man," she said.