n't caught a single fish."

"Bending it! Oh, I say, that's rather rippin', you know."

She nodded her golden head. "Thanks."

"Casting is a horrid bore. You should be a fisher of men," he told her
fatuously.

"If I could be sure I wouldn't catch one. But if I happened to, what
would I do with him?"

"Do with him! Why, it depends on who you catch. If he's undersize unhook
him gently and throw him back into the river. What!"

The gay smile, flashed sideways at him, was a challenge. "But it isn't
always so easy to unhook them, I'm told."

"Not if one doesn't want to."

"You're telling me that I'm a flirt, aren't you?" she said suspiciously.

"I can't tell you anything along that line you don't know already."

"I've a good mind to get angry," she flung back, laughing.

"Don't do that. If it would help I can tell you a lot of nice things I
think about you. My word, yes!"

Joyce shot one swift glance at him and saw that he was on the verge of
waxing sentimental. That would never do. It was on the cards that she
might have to marry Dobyans Verinder but she did not want him making
love to her.

"Please don't take the trouble. It's really a matter of no moment."

The young woman made another cast.

"To you."

"I was thinking about me."

"You usually are, aren't you?"

She looked up with surprised amusement. Resentment had made him bold.
This was the first spark of spirit she had shaken out of him and she had
made him the victim of many moods.

"But I don't blame you for thinking about the most interesting person
you know. I think about you a lot myself. You're really rippin', you
know."

Joyce groaned in spirit. He did that sort of thing as gracefully as a
bear danced. To create a diversion she whipped back her line for a cast
so that the flies snapped close to his ear.

"I say, be a bit careful," Verinder suggested.

"Oh, did I hook you?" she asked carelessly.

"I've been on your line for weeks."

"You'd better whisper it. Moya might hear," she advised roguishly.

Verinder flushed. The transfer of his attentions was still a sore
subject with him. He hoped it would be generally understood that he had
given up Miss Dwight of his own choice. He did not want it to get out
that he had been jilted.

"The whole world is welcome to hear it. I'd advertise it in the _Times_
if it would do any good."

"I believe you are impudent," laughed the beauty.

"I know I'm imprudent."

"Oh!" She carefully drop