“Not seven yet,” said Sir James; “go and get yourself a glass of milk, and I’ll have a walk with you till breakfast time. Here, I’ll come with you now.”
“But, my dear boy, you are not coming out of this hot, moist atmosphere without first putting on a coat?”
“Stuff! Nothing hurts me, I’m used to it.”
“My dear fellow, you’ll have a bad attack some day,” said the doctor.
“Not if I know it, Jack. Get out, you old rascal, you want to run me up a bill. I’m as sound as a roach, and shall be as long as I lead my country-life. I say, I’m going to empty the pond to-day. We’ll get the water out, and then the ladies can come and see us catch the fish.”
“Us?” said the doctor, “us?”
“Yes, you shall have a landing-net at the end of a pole. You’ll come?”
“Is Prayle going to be there?”
“Of course.”
“Then I think I shall stay away.”