“More than you’ll shoot.”
“Sure to be. My eye is not so true as it was, Maria.”
“Stuff! You look quite a young man still.”
“Well, I feel so sometimes. What about the pike in the lake, Claud? Can we troll a bit?”
“It’s chock full of them. The weeds are rotten and the pike want thinning down. Will you come?”
“Will I come! Indeed I will; and I’d ask your cousin to come on the lake with us to see our sport, but it would not be wise. How is the bay?”
“Fit as a fiddle. Say the word and I’ll have him round if you’re for a ride.”
“After lunch, my dear, after lunch,” said Mrs Wilton.
“Yes, after lunch I should enjoy it,” said Garstang.
“Two, sharp, then,” said Claud.