Sir John Meredith had his own views on ladies' dress.

"But," he added, "we will not quarrel. Arrange matters with the
young lady as best you can. I shall never approve of such a match,
and without my approval you cannot well marry."

"I do not admit that."

"Indeed?"

"Your approval means money," explained this dutiful son politely.
"I might manage to make the money for myself."

Sir John moved away.

"You might," he admitted, looking back. "I should be very glad to
see you doing so. It is an excellent thing--money."

And he walked leisurely away.



CHAPTER III. A FAREWELL



Since called
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Having been taught to take all the chances and changes of life with