"Suggestion as opposed to realization," said Berry, "is the rule by which we work. To the jaded appet--imagination the hoof suggests a horse. It is up to you to imagine the horse. We have, as it were, with an effort set in motion the long unused machinery of your brain. It is for you, brother, to carry on the good work. Please pass out quietly. There will be collection plates at both doors." "You're not to touch it yet," said Daphne. "I want to talk about abroad first. If we're really going, we must settle things." "Of course we're going," said Berry. "I ordered a yachting cap yesterday." "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--" "You're going too fast, aren't you? Servia comes before Cannes, doesn't it?" "Well, Servia, too." "All right," said Berry. "I was going to suggest that we joined the Danube at Limoges, went up as far as Milan, where the falls are, and then struck off to Toledo, taking Warsaw on the way, but--" "That'd be rather a long way round, wouldn't it?" said Jill, all seriousness in her grey eyes. "Ah, I mean the Spanish Toledo, not the one in the States." "Oh, I see--" She checked herself suddenly and looked round. "He's laughing at me," she said. "What have I said wrong?" "If anyone asked me where we should be without our Jill," said Berry, "I couldn't tell them." When we began to discuss the tour in good earnest, the argument proper began. I had suggested that we should make for Frankfort, to start with, and Daphne and Jonah rather favoured Germany. Berry, however, wanted to go to Austria. It was after a casual enough remark of Jonah's that the roads in Germany were very good that Berry really got going.