"So am I," said Simon.
"Gentlefolk don't know what weather is," said Horn; "they can take it or leave it. It's the pore that knows what weather is."
They agreed on this point.
After a while Horn got up, craned his head round the bar partition to see that no one was listening, and sat down again.
"You remember what I said to you about them night lines?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm going to set some to-night down in the river below."
"By Jove!" said Simon, vastly interested.
"If you're wanting to see a bit of sport maybe you'd like to jine me?" said Horn.