He sat back on his heels, and affected a resigned attitude.
"Let's argue the point for two hours," he said. "I can't go fishing, because I shall be trespassing until I have acquired some rights. Moreover, nothing short of violence will stop me from escorting you over the moor. In this weather, moors contain tramps."
"I know. I met two yesterday."
"Did they speak to you?"
"One did. I didn't mind him. The second one turned and looked. I was ready to run, but he only stared."
"May I ask what costume you intend wearing for to-day's outing?"
"I haven't quite decided. It may be a blue Shantung or a white piqué, but it won't be gray flannel, if that's what you're hinting at."
He rose, and felt in his pockets.
"I think we can get through those two hours comfortably. May I smoke?" he said.
"Yes, please do. Then you won't be so grumpy. Walk twenty-eight miles on my account! The idea!"