"Hear him, Mr Leslie?" said Van Heldre smiling. "Are you disposed to follow his teachings?" "I'm afraid not," said Leslie. "Not he," snarled Uncle Luke. "But you will come, Van?" said Mr Vine. "My dear fellow, I wish you would not tempt me. There's work to do. Then there's my wife." "Bring Mrs Van Heldre too," said Louise, laying her hand on his. "Ah, you temptress," he cried merrily. "It's Harry's last evening," said Mr Vine. "Look here," said Van Heldre, "will you sing me my old favourite if I come, Louie?" "Yes; and you shall have a duet too." "Ah, never mind the duet," said Van Heldre laughingly; "I can always hear Maddy at home. There, out of pocket again by listening to temptation. I'll come." "Come and join us too, Luke," said Mr Vine. "No!" snapped the old fisher. "Do, uncle," said Louise. "Shan't," he snarled, stooping to pick up his heavy basket. "But it's Harry's last--" "Good job too," snarled the old man. "I'm going your way, Mr Luke Vine," said Leslie. "Let me carry the basket." "Thank ye; I'm not above carrying my own fish," said the old man sharply; and he raised and gave the basket a swing to get it upon his back, but tottered with the weight, and nearly fell on the uneven rocks. "There, it is too heavy for you," said Leslie, taking possession of the basket firmly; and Louise Vine's eyes brightened. "Be too heavy for you when you get as old as I am," snarled the old man. "I dare say," said Leslie quietly; and they went off together. "Luke's in fine form this afternoon," said Van Heldre, nodding and smiling. "Yes," said the brother, looking after him wistfully. "We shall wait till you come, Mr Leslie," he shouted, giving vent to an after-thought. The young man turned and waved his hand. "Rather like Leslie," said Van Heldre. "Maddy, you'll have to set your cap at him." Madelaine looked up at him and laughed. "Yes, poor Luke!" said Mr Vine thoughtfully, as he stooped and picked up a small net and a tin can, containing the treasures he had found in sundry rock pools. "I'm afraid we are a very strange family, Van," he added, as they walked back towards the little town. "Very, old fellow," said his friend, smiling. "I'll be with you before Leslie gets back, wife and the necessary change of dress permitting." Volume 1, Chapter IV. A THUNDERBOLT.