"Good God!"
A look of respect came into Hugo's face as he gazed upon this master of men. Anybody who, in addition to making him tie himself in knots under a blazing sun, could lure Uncle Lester within ten yards of a cold shower bath was entitled to credit.
"I suppose after all this," he said, "they do themselves pretty well at lunch?"
"They have a lean mutton chop apiece, with green vegetables and dry toast."
"Is that all?"
"That's all."
"And to drink?"
"Just water."
"Followed, of course, by a spot of port?"
"No, sir."