"True. I'll sound him when I get a chance."
The chance offered itself very soon; for Tom came in, and when Dillwyn left the house, Tom went to walk with him. They sauntered along Fifth Avenue, which was pretty full of people still, enjoying the mild air and beautiful starlight.
"Tom, what did you do at the Isles of Shoals?" Mr. Dillwyn asked suddenly.
"Did a lot of fishing. Capital trolling."
"All your fishing done on the high seas, eh?"
"All my successful fishing."
"What was the matter? Not a faint heart?"
"No. It's disgusting, the whole thing!" Tom broke out with hearty emphasis.
"You don't like to talk about it? I'll spare you, if you say so."
"I don't care what you do to me," said Tom; "and I have no objection to talk about it—to you."