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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I do so hate a crowded train; it happens so seldom in travelling in England that one is not used to it. Are you going down to Brighton for any time, Mr. Moore?" "Mother," said Honnor Cunyngham, almost reproachfully, "you forget what Mr. Moore's engagements are." "Yes," said he, with a smile, "it is rather a cruel question. My glimpses of the sea and sky are few and far between.
And then he took out the bright little coin; surely Honnor Cunyngham could not object to his wearing it, seeing that it had proved itself such a potent charm? He rejoiced that he had not been frightened off his expedition by tales of its monotonous sufferings and dire fatigues. This was something better than arranging an out-of-door performance for a parcel of amateurs!
"Well, now, Robert," said she, briskly, "shall we go up and try the tail of the Long Pool? Or go down to the Stones?" "We'll chist go up to the tail of the Long Pool, Miss Honnor," said he; and he took the rod from her, picked up her waterproof, and set out; while Lionel, without waiting for any further invitation, accompanied her.
"Mother has just gone up-stairs; she will be here presently," Miss Honnor said. "But what a pity my sisters did not know you were coming down. After church they all went off to visit an old lady, a great friend of theirs, who can't get out-of-doors nowadays; and so I suppose they stayed on so as to keep her company. However, I have no doubt they will be here before long.
This was one of the days that Honnor Cunyngham loved; and he, too, had got to appreciate their sombre beauty, the brooding calm, the gracious silence, when he went with her on her fishing expeditions into the wilds.
Once or twice Lionel tried to get the gaff over him, and had to withdraw it; but at last Miss Honnor called out, "This next time, Mr. Moore, as he comes round to you, I will lift him a bit; be ready!" But what was this amazing thing that happened all in one wild second?
If it were rage made her hook the stot, she was laughing now laughing so that when the beast stopped she could hardly reel in the line. And old Robert I thought he would have had a fit. 'Will I gaff him now, Miss Honnor? he cried, as he came running along. But the stot didn't mean to be gaffed.
"I have spent the happiest days of my life here," he said; and then he hesitated was about to speak hesitated again and finally blurted out, "Is there anything I can do for you in London, Miss Honnor?" "No, thanks," she said. "By the way, you'll have an hour or two in Inverness. You might go in to Mr. Watson's and ask him to send me out a few more flies if you have plenty of time, that is."
And here he was, seated side by side with Honnor Cunyngham, talking to her, listening to her, and with no sort of perturbation whatever. He began to ask himself whether he had ever been in love with her whether he had not rather been in love with her way of life and its surroundings. He was thinking not so much of her as her departure on the morrow, and the scenes that lay beyond.
Honnor Cunyngham is far too good-looking for you to go talking salmon to her all day long. Very handsome I call her; don't you? She's so distinguished, somehow so different from any one else.
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