Then Fitzroy sat down and drew his chair close to Lyle’s.
“We love our boys, don’t we?”
“Rather!”
“And we have only one each?”
“No more.”
“Well, your estate is encumbered?”
“It’s all in a heap.”
“So is mine, but in a few years both may be clear.”
“Yes, please God, unless, you know, my old pike turns his sides up—ha! ha!”
“Well, what I propose is this. Let our lads have their fling for a bit.”