“Oh, you went there,” cried the aggrieved Arthur, “and you never told me! Why, it is the best water about here, and yesterday was a first-rate day. What did you catch, Lewie?”
“Twelve pounds—about four dozen trout.”
“Listen to that! And to think that that great hulking chap got all the sport!” And the boy intercepted his cousin’s tea by way of retaliation.
Then Mr. Stocks had his innings, with Lady Manorwater for company, and Lewis was put through a strict examination on his doings for the past years.
“What made you choose that outlandish place, my dear?” asked his aunt.
“Oh, partly the chance of a shot at big game, partly a restless interest in frontier politics which now and then seizes me. But really it was Wratislaw’s choice.”
“Do you know Wratislaw?” asked Mr. Stocks abruptly.
“Tommy?—why, surely! My best of friends. He had got his fellowship some years before I went up, but I often saw him at Oxford, and he has helped me innumerable times.” The young man spoke eagerly, prepared to extend warm friendship to any acquaintance of his friend’s.
“He and I have sometimes crossed swords,” said Mr. Stocks pompously.
Lewis nodded, and forbore to ask which had come off the better.