I asked you who she was when she
came into the room."
"That was Miss Honnor Cunyngham."
"Not the salmon-fishing young lady I have heard you speak of?"
"Yes."
"Why, she didn't look like that," said Mangan, thoughtfully. "Not the
least. She has got a splendid forehead--powerful and clear--and almost
too much character about the square brows and the calm eyes. I should
have taken her to be a strongly intellectual woman, of the finer and
more reticent type. Well, well, a salmon-fisher!"
"Why shouldn't she be both?"
"Why, indeed?" said Maurice, absently; and therewith he relapsed (as was
frequently his wont) into silence, and in silence the two friends
pursued their way eastwards to Lionel's rooms.
But when they had arrived at their destination, when soda-water had been
produced and opened, and when Mangan was lying back in an easy-chair,
regarding his friend, he resumed the conversation.
"I should have thought going to see those people to-night would have
brightened you up a little," he began, "but you seem thoroughly out of
sorts, Linn. What is the matter? Overwork or worry? I should not think
overwork; I've never seen your theatre-business prove too much for you.
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