e phrase a polite and young-lady-like form of swearing),
merely made answer,

"Ay, Miss Honnor, we'll go and try the Small Pool, now."

The Small Pool lies between the Long Pool and the Rock Pool; it is a
circular, deep, black hole, in which the waters collect before dashing
and roaring down between the great gray boulders; and to fish it you
must get out on certain knife-like ledges that seem to offer anything
but a secure foothold. However, Miss Honnor did not think twice about
it; and, indeed, as she made her way out on those narrow slips of rock,
Lionel perceived that her boots, which were laced in front like men's
boots, if they were small enough as regarded that portion covering the
foot, were provided with most sensibly wide soles, which, again were
studded with nails. And there, balancing herself as best she might, she
got out a short line, and began industriously to cover every inch of the
surging and whirling water. A most likely-looking place, Lionel thought
to himself, as he sat and looked on. But here also they were doomed to
disappointment. It is true she hooked a small sea-trout--and was
heartily glad when it shook itself free, thereby saving her time and
trouble. All the rest of her labor was expended for nothing; so finally
she had to reel up and make her way ashore, where she surrendered her
rod to the old gillie.

Then they passed down through the narrow defile again and came in view
of the wide path--now all saffron-tinted in the evening sunlight--with
the lodge and its straggling dependencies in the midst of the plain.
Perhaps it was this sight of the house that recalled to her what they
had been talking of some time before; for, as they walked along the
river-bank, she was again urging him to go out on the following morning;
and not only that, but she declared he must have one or two days'
deer-stalking while he was in the North. If he missed, then he missed;
why should he care what foresters and gillies thought of him? Of course
he was very grateful to her for all her kind patronage; but he could not
help thinking it rather odd to find a woman lending courage to a
man--counselling him to be independent and to have no fear of ridicule.

"I recollect," he said to her, "once hearing Lord Rockminster say that
until a man has gone deer-stalking he can have no idea what extremes of
misery a human being is capable of enduring."

"Lord Rockminster is incurably lazy," she said. "I think if you found
y