“I took the train east, but only to the next station from Bleachers.”
“You’ve not been stopping at that wretched hotel in Bleachers ever since?”
“Oh no; I received a pressing invitation from some friends of mine to be their guest, with a prospect of a little shooting, so I’ve been staying with them ever since.”
“Did you have a pleasant time?”
“Oh, excellent, and I heard more entertaining stories than ever I listened to in a similar period.”
“Good shooting?”
“First rate. Limited in quantity, but of finest quality. Indeed, I may boast of a record; I hit everything I aimed at. Camp fare, however, left a good deal to be desired, so you may imagine how glad I am to return.”
“I’m very pleased to have an opportunity of giving you something better. How would you like some nice broiled trout, freshly caught this morning?”
“Oh, heavenly!” cried Stranleigh, enthusiastically. “I haven’t had anything but bread and salt pork since I saw you. Who caught the trout?”