But for real, unadulterated excitement, for sport that licks everything else into a cocked hat, give me a strong sea rod, a couple of traces, just enough sea to keep on the bottom all the time, and the codling biting.

Look here, did you ever see a mackerel spinner like that ?" he added, drawing one out of the parcel which he had untied.

"Look at it, all of you." Lessingham took it gingerly in his fingers.

Philippa, a little ostentatiously, turned her back upon the two men and took up a newspaper.
"Lady Cranston does not sympathize with my interest in any sort of sport just now," Sir Henry explained good-humouredly.

"All the same I argue that one must keep one's mind occupied somehow or other." "Quite right, Dad!" Nora agreed.