"While I am her mother's lawyer, my friend, your brother won't do
that. Welcome back to England in the first glass of sherry; good
wine, but a little too dry for my taste. No, we won't talk of
domestic troubles just yet. You shall hear all about it after
dinner. What made you go to America? You haven't been delivering
lectures, have you?"

"I have been enjoying myself among the most hospitable people in
the world."

Mr. Sarrazin shook his head; he had a case of copyright in hand
just then. "A people to be pitied," he said.

"Why?"

"Because their Government forgets what is due to the honor of the
nation."

"How?"

"In this way. The honor of a nation which confers right of
property in works of art, produced by its own citizens, is surely
concerned in protecting from theft works of art produced by other
citizens."

"That's not the fault of the people."

"Certainly not. I have already said it's the fault of the
Government. Let's attend to the fish now."