"What o'clock is it, Mr. Moore?" said Miss Honnor--but she seemed
pleased with the result of this brisk encounter.
He looked at his watch.
"Half-past seven," he said.
"Yes; I thought I heard the first bell; we must make haste home. Not but
that my sisters are very good to me," she continued, as she took the fly
that Robert handed her and stuck it in her Tam o' Shanter; "if I happen
to have got hold of a fish, I am allowed to come in to dinner anyhow.
And then, you know, there is no great ceremony at this bungalow of a
place; it's different at the Braes, if Lady Adela happens to have a
large house-party--then I have to behave like other folk. What do you
say, Robert--seven pounds? Well, he made a good fight of it. And I'm
glad not to be going home empty-handed."
So Lionel picked up her waterproof and put it over his arm; she
shouldered her fishing-rod, after having reeled in the line; the
handsome old gillie brought up the rear with the gaff and the slung
grilse; and thus equipped the three of them set out for the
lodge--across the wide valley that was now all russet and golden under
the warm light still lingering in the evening skies.
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