"Well?" he said lifting his eyebrows and looking blandly from one to the other.
"Well?" echoed Charles good-naturedly, looking from Uncle John to Robert.
"Well?" repeated Robert with mildly assumed idiocy, looking from Charles back again to Uncle John.
But Uncle John was not to be committed by any resort to his own tactics, and he came back at Charles on the flank. "Get any fish?" he asked, as if assured that Charles would make an effort to deceive him in answering.
"We sat around for a while without doing a thing, Uncle John. Then they began to strike and I had eight days of the best sport I ever saw on the river,"
Uncle John buried his disappointment under a smile. "Good fishing, eh?"
"Excellent."
There was evidently no opening on this subject, and Uncle John tried another tender spot. "Yacht go any better?"
"McAdams has done wonders with it, Uncle John. She never steamed so well since she was launched."
"Cost a pretty penny, eh, Charlie?"