"
"Why, I am in London a great part of every year!" she said. "And this
winter I shall be next door to it; for my mother goes to Brighton in
November; and she will want me to be with her."
"To Brighton!" he said, quickly and eagerly. "Then, of course, you
would be in London sometimes. Would you--would you care to come behind
the scenes of a theatre?--or be present at a dress rehearsal, or
something of that kind? No, I'm afraid not--I'm afraid that wouldn't
interest you--"
"Oh, but it would," she said, pleasantly enough. "It would interest me
very much."
And perhaps he would have gone on to assure her how delighted he would
be to have the opportunity of showing her, in the great capital, that he
had not forgotten her kindness and help in these Northern wilds, but
that Miss Honnor, seeing that their frugal meal was over, called for
Robert. The handsome old fisherman appeared at once; but she instantly
perceived by his face that something was wrong.
"This is ferry strange, Miss Honnor," said he, "that the fly-book is not
in the bag. And I could not have dropped it out. I was not thinking of
looking for it when we started, for I knew I had put it there--"
"Oh, I know, Robert," she said at once.
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