Next morning, when Uncle Robert came in from his swim, Philip opened fire at once on him.
“I say, uncle, did you know anything about this affair with Colonel Lane?”
“Eh! What!” ejaculated Uncle Robert, removing a towel from his neck and staring at his nephew.
“Colonel Lane proposed to mother last night,” snapped Philip.
“Oh, he did, did he?” said Uncle Robert, pouncing upon the coffee-pot. “Shows his good taste.”
“Uncle!”
“Well, doesn’t it?”
“It shows his impertinence.”
“Can’t agree with you.”
“But it is preposterous at mother’s age!”