"You say you like the music," he continued, here in the twilight of the wings, "and the little story is really rather pretty and idyllic; but they _will_ go and introduce a lot of music-hall stuff to please the groundlings. I should prefer you not to see it. Won't you rather wait a little, and talk about something?--it isn't often you and I meet. Did you get many salmon after I left Strathaivron?" "Oh, no," said she, still rather surprised. "Towards the end of the season the red fish are really not worth landing." "It seems a long time since then," he said. "I find myself sitting up at night and thinking over all those experiences--making pictures of them--and the hours go by in a most astonishing fashion. Here in London, among the November fogs, it seems so strange to think of those splendid days and the long, clear twilights. I suppose it is all so well known to you, you do not trouble to recall it; but I do--it is like a dream--only that I see everything so distinctly--I seem almost to be able to touch each leaf of the bushes in the little dell where we used to have luncheon; do you remember?" "Above the Geinig Pool?--oh, yes!" she said, smiling. "And the Junction Pool," he continued, with a curious eagerness, as if he were claiming her sympathy, her interest, on account of that old companionship--"I can make the clearest vision of it as I sit up all by myself at night--you remember the little bush on the opposite side that you used sometimes to catch your fly on, and the shelf of shingle going suddenly down into the brown water--I always thought that was a dangerous place. And how well you used to fish the Rock Pool! Old Robert used to be so proud of you! Once, at the tail of the Rock Pool, you wound up, and said to him, 'Well, I can't do any better than that, Robert;' and then he said, 'No man ever fished that pool better--oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Honnor; no one at all ever fished that pool better.' I suppose Strathaivron is nothing to you--you must be so familiar with it--but to me it is a sort of wonderland, to dream of when I am all by myself at night--"