A long story of the detestable villainy of the Fishery Commissioners had to be first and foremost related to Madge. Considering that she did not know what a weir was, and had never seen a salmon except on the table or the marble slab of a fish-shop, and that according to her notion the appearance of a Commissioner was something between a beefeater of the Tower of London and a Brighton boatman, she listened with great patience, and made remarks which caused Jerry to laugh sometimes, and plunge into profound technicalities at others. But it became quite plain that Jerry himself did not take any consuming interest in his own wrongs and the refined ruffianism of the Commissioners; for at a most bewildering description of the channel, and the draught of water, and the set of tides, and the idiosyncrasies of coal barges, he looked over his shoulder and, finding Edith and her friend a good way behind, stopped suddenly in his discourse and said: "Madge, I've been reeling off a lot of rubbish to you just to drop the others a good bit astern. I now want to say something very serious to you. Are you listening?" "Yes; but look at that cow! Did you ever see a more contented-looking creature in all your life?" She kept her face turned towards the hedge. "Confound the cow!" he cried. "Do you think I am going to give up talking of Bawn salmon and barges, and talk about Dulwich cows? Are you listening?" "I am. But did you--now--did you ever see such a lovely cow?" "Look here, Madge: If this is reprisal for my harangue about my miserable salmon weirs, I'll not say another word about them. Are you going to be friends with me?" "Yes--of course." Still the cow occupied her eyes, to judge by the way her head was turned. "I came out expressly to have a most serious talk with you on a most important matter----" "I am sure I was very sorry to hear about your salmon nets----" "Nets! Nets! Good heavens, Madge!--I never said a word about nets the whole time. I'm not a cot-man. Look here: you know it's only a few of the greatest minds that can attend to two things at the one time. You can't give your soul to fish and yet devote yourself to cows at the one moment, except you are a person like Julius Cæsar. He could dictate and write completely different things at the one time." "Could he? He must have been very clever." "Will you give up the cow? I want to talk of another beast." "Trout?" "No, not trout. Trout isn't a beast. If you're clever and smart, and that kind of thing, I won't talk about my beast." "What is your beast?" "A fool." "Oh!" "Are you not curious to know who the fool is?" "There are so many, one cannot be interested in all." "No; but you are interested in this one." Silence. "I say you are interested in Alfred." "Alfred!" She looked quickly round for the first time since the cow had attracted her attention. Her colour was vivid, and her breath came short. "Alfred a fool!" "Yes; he's hit--badly hit."