n see a salmon
caught, or catch one yourself, any time."

He felt a little bit snubbed, he hardly knew why; but of course she knew
what was right in all such things; and so he humbly acquiesced. Indeed,
he could not contest the point, for now they had come upon the
picnic-party, where luncheon was in full swing. Lord Fareborough had
declared on his arrival that he would not wait for the completion of
his daughter's sketch; his nervous system was not to be tried in any
such fashion; luncheon must be proceeded with at once, and Lady Rosamund
could make her drawing when the gentlemen were smoking afterwards. Lady
Adela wanted to wait for Mr. Moore, but she, too, was overruled by the
impatient hypochondriac. So Lionel set to work to form a seat for Miss
Honnor, out of some bracken that the gillies had cut and brought along;
and also he exclusively looked after her--to Miss Georgie Lestrange's
chagrin; for Lord Rockminster was too lazy to attend to any one but
himself, and what girl likes being waited on by her brother when other
young men are about?

And now the burly and broad-shouldered host of all these people called
on them to unanimously forgive the minister for the injury he had
unintentionally done them in the morning.

"It wasn't the good man's fault at all; it was Waveney's," Sir Hugh
continued, as he got hold of a spoon and delved it into a pigeon-pie. "I
assure you it was a practical joke that Captain Waveney played upon the
whole of you. He gave the minister a little hint--and the thing was
done."

Lord Fareborough glared at the culprit as if he expected to see the
heavens fall upon him; but Lady Adela observed, with a touch of dignity,

"I hope I know Captain Waveney well enough not to believe that he would
turn any religious service into a practical joke."

"I hope so, too, Lady Adela," the dapper little captain instantly
replied, though without any great embarrassment. "That's hardly my line
of country. But there's another thing: Sir Hugh may ask you to believe
anything, but he won't make you believe that I could trifle with such a
sacred subject as the morning of the Twelfth."

"Faith, you're right there, Waveney," Sir Hugh said, with a laugh.
"Well, we've done our best to make up for the loss of time. And now,
Rose, if you want to have your sketch, fire away! I'm going to light a
pipe; but, mind, we sha'n't stop here very long. You'd better put in us
men at once; and then you can draw in the ladies