Presently she said, ’What’s that?’—for something had struck her sharply on the cheek. It was a heavy drop of rain, that a swirl of wind had sent round the side of the rock; and now she became aware that everywhere beyond their shelter there was a loud pattering, becoming every moment heavier and heavier, while the wind rose and rose into an ominous high screeching. And then all round there was a hissing and a roar and from under the rock she looked forth on the most extraordinary phantasmagoria—for now the sheets of rain as they fell and broke on the water were caught by the angry mountain blasts and torn into spindrift, so that the whole lake seemed to be a mass of white smoke. And her father?—well, she could see something like the ghost of a boat and two or three phantom figures; but whether they were trying to fight their way, or letting everything go before the tempest, or what, she could not make out—for the whirling white rain-smoke made a mere spectral vision of them. Ronald came to her. ’That’s bad luck,’ said he composedly. ’What?’ she asked, quickly. ’They are not in danger?’ ’Oh no,’ said he. ’But they’ve got both minnows aground, as far as I can make out.’ ’But what about that? why don’t they throw the rods and everything overboard, and get into safety?’ ’Oh, they’ll try to save the minnows, I’m thinking.’ And they did succeed in doing so—after a long and strenuous struggle; and then Mr. Hodson was glad to have them row him back to the shelter of the rock. Apparently his success with regard to the minnows had put him into quite a good humour. ’Carry,’ said he, ’I’m not an obstinate man—I know when I’ve got enough. I will allow that this battle is too much for me. I’m going home. I’m going to walk.’ ’Then I will go with you, pappa,’ she said promptly. ’You may stay if you choose,’ said he. ’You may stay and take my share as well as your own. But I’m going to see what newspapers the mail brought this morning; and there may be letters.’ ’And I have plenty to do also,’ said she. ’I mean to call on that pretty Miss Douglas I told you of—the Doctor’s daughter. And do you think she would come along and dine with us?—or must I ask her mother as well?’ ’I don’t know what the society rules are here,’ he answered. ’I suspect you will have to find out.’ ’And Ronald—do you think he would come in and spend the evening with us? I can’t find out anything about him—it’s all phantom-minnows and things when he is in the boat.’ ’Well, I should like that too,’ said he: for he could not forsake the theories which he had so frequently propounded to her.