"Doesn't this river belong to Sir Joseph Avory?" he asked. "No," she replied, uncompromisingly. "Sir Joseph Avory's river is called the Lesset water, and runs on the other side of that hill." She raised her hunting-crop and pointed with an exquisite movement, as graceful as that of a Diana, to the hill behind her. "I am very sorry," said Stafford. "I thought this was his river.
He asked the distance to the new house on the other side of the lake, and having been informed, spoke of the fishing. "You did very well to-day, sir." said Mr. Groves. "You were fishing in the Heron water, I suppose?" This was what Stafford wanted. "Yes," he said. "I was poaching. I mistook it for the Lesset water. I must go over and apologise to Mr. Heron.