"
"Oh, certainly not--certainly not," said he. "But I should be delighted
if you would let me stay and look on; it would interest me quite as
much--every bit as much."
"Oh, stay by all means," said she, turning to look at the western sky.
"But I wish you would take my rod. What are they all about to let you
come wandering out alone, on the first day of your arrival?"
"Oh, that's quite right," said he, cheerfully. "Lady Adela and the young
ladies are all busy dressmaking."
"Ye may be getting ready, Miss Honnor," old Robert interposed. "There'll
be a cloud over the sun directly."
Thus admonished, the tall young fisher-maiden stepped down by the side
of a rock overhanging this wide, black-swirling pool, and proceeded to
get her tackle in order.
"You know I'll give you my rod whenever you like to take a turn," said
she, addressing Lionel even as she was getting the fly on to the water.
"But we can't afford to waste a moment of shadow. I have done nothing
all day on account of the sunlight."
And now the welcome shade was over, and, after a preliminary cast or two
to get the line out, she was sending her fly well across, and letting it
drift quietly down the stream, to be recovered by a series of small and
gentle jerks.
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