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Updated: June 17, 2025
'It is a big fluffy fly, like a draggled mayfly, fished wet, in the dark. I used to be fond of it, but age, sighed the Earl, 'and fear of rheumatism have separated the bustard and me. 'I should like to try it very much, said Logan. 'I often fished Tweed and Whitadder, at night, when I was a boy, but we used a small dark fly.
Half-consciously, he thought: 'There's something in this damned climate which makes one go round in a ring. All the same, I must have a strain of Mayfly blood. In this mood he reached the Mecca of his hopes. It was one of those quiet meetings favourable to such as wish to look into horses, rather than into the mouths of bookmakers; and Val clung to the paddock.
"Which is quickened with a passion you do not take into account, the passion of duty, of race, of God!" "And the compensation?" Trethaway demanded. "Each breath you draw. The Mayfly lives an hour." "I don't see it." "Blood and sweat! Blood and sweat! You cried that after the rough and tumble in the Opera House, and every word of it was receipt in full." "Frona's philosophy." "And yours and mine."
The natural fly is a very killing bait for trout, but its use is not wide-spread except in Ireland. In Ireland "dapping" with the green drake or the daddy-longlegs is practised from boats on most of the big loughs. When a trout rises it is well to count "ten" before striking. Very heavy trout are caught in this manner during the mayfly season.
'Muffin bell rings, horses run, money changes hands; ring again, run again, money changes back. But, alarmed at his own philosophy, he went to the paddock gate to watch the Mayfly filly canter down. She moved well; and he made his way over to the "small" car.
The Mayfly strain was it any better than any other? He might just as well have a flutter with his money instead. "No, by gum!" he muttered suddenly, "if it's no good breeding horses, it's no good doing anything. What did I come for? I'll buy her." He stood back and watched the ebb of the paddock visitors towards the stand.
Observant, quick, resourceful, Val went straight to the heart of a transaction, a horse, a drink; and he was on his way to the heart of a Mayfly filly, when a slow voice said at his elbow: "Mr. Val Dartie? How's Mrs. Val Dartie? She's well, I hope." And he saw beside him the Belgian he had met at his sister Imogen's. "Prosper Profond I met you at lunch," added the voice.
And very soon he was thinking: 'Dash it! she's going beyond me! His limit six hundred exceeded, he dropped out of the bidding. The Mayfly filly passed under the hammer at seven hundred and fifty guineas. He was turning away vexed when the slow voice of Monsieur Profond said in his ear: "Well, I've bought that small filly, but I don't want her; you take her and give her to your wife."
And very soon he was thinking: 'Dash it! she's going beyond me! His limit-six hundred-was exceeded; he dropped out of the bidding. The Mayfly filly passed under the hammer at seven hundred and fifty guineas. He was turning away vexed when the slow voice of Monsieur Profond said in his ear: "Well, I've bought that small filly, but I don't want her; you take her and give her to your wife."
I would no more change places with an ordinary woman than with a mayfly that lives only an hour. THE ARCHBISHOP. What set you thinking of it first? MRS LUTESTRING. Conrad Barnabas's book. I was very ignorant: it did not seem so impossible to me as to an educated woman.
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