Sir Ronald's one of that kind, and so are you, Danton; but I--" He threw his cigar into the water, and left the sentence unfinished.
There was a long silence.

Doctor Frank fished away as if his life depended on it; and Stanford lay and watched him, and thought--who knows what?
The May afternoon wore on, the slanting lines of the red sunset flamed in the tree-tops, and shed its reflected glory on the placid water.

The hum of evening bustle came up from the village drowsily; and Doctor Danton, laying down his line, looked at his watch.
"Are you asleep, Stanford?
Do you know it is six o'clock ?" "By George!" said Reginald, starting up.

"I had no idea it was so late.
Are you for the Hall ?" "Of course.

Don't I deserve my dinner in return for this string of silvery fish?
Come along." The two young men walked leisurely and rather silently homeward.