ou I had not forgotten your kindness. Do you ever come to
London?--I think Miss Lestrange said you sometimes did."

"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. "Mr. Lestrange asked me this
morning for some small Durham Rangers; and I told him to go and take
them out of the book. So he has taken the book out of the bag and
stupidly forgot to put it back."

"Then I will go aweh down to the Lodge and get it," Robert suggested.

"Is it worth while?" she said. "There is a fly on the casting-line; and
there won't be much fishing this afternoon."

"I am not so sure," old Robert made answer. "There might be some clouds;
and it is safer to hef the book whatever."

"Very well," said she. "And in that case I will take Mr. Moore over to
the other side of the Geinig Pool, and ask him to creep out on the
middle rock, and perhaps he will see something. Will there be any
gold-fish in the globe, Robert?"

Old Robert grinned.

"Oh, yes, Miss Honnor, the fish will be there, but there is little
chance of your getting one out."

"At any rate, Mr. Moore will be pleased to see a globe of gold-fish in
the middle of a Highland moor," she said; and, when Robert had picked up
the luncheon things, they all set off down the Geinig valley together.

But when they reached a certain woode