White Heather: A Novel (Volume 3 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 3 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
’But you don’t understand, Ronald,’ she said quickly. ’The other boat is
there—ready—and two gillies, and rods, and everything. I only want you
to come with us for luck; there’s always good luck when you are in the
boat. Ah, do you know what they did to me on Lake George?’
’Indeed, I was sorry to hear of it, Miss,’ said he gravely.
’Miss!’ she repeated, with a kind of reproach; but she could not keep
the others waiting any longer; and so there was an appointment made that
they were all to meet at the loch-side in half an hour; and she and her
friends went into the house.
When it came to setting out, however, Mrs. Lalor begged to be excused;
she was a little bit tired, she said, and would go and lie down. So the
other three went by themselves; and when they got down to the loch, they
not only found that Ronald was there awaiting them, but also that Mr.
Hodson had reeled up his lines and come ashore to welcome them. Of
course that was the sole reason. At the same time the gillies had got
out three remarkably handsome salmon and put them on the grass; and that
was the display that met the eyes of the strangers when they drew near.
Mr. Hodson was not proud; but he admitted that they were good-looking
fish. Yes; it was a fair morning’s work. But there were plenty more
where these came from, he said encouragingly; they’d better begin.
Whereupon Miss Carry said promptly—
’Come along, Em. Mr. Huysen, will you go with pappa, when he is ready?
And Ronald will come with us, to give us good luck at the start.’
Miss Kerfoot said nothing, but did as she was bid; she merely cast a
glance at Mr. Huysen as they were leaving; and her eyes were demure.
However, if she considered this manoeuvre—as doubtless she did—a piece
of mere wilful and perverse coquetry on the part of her friend, she was
entirely mistaken. It simply never would have entered Miss Carry’s head
that Ronald should have gone into any other person’s boat, so long as
she was there—nor would it have entered his head either. But besides
that, she had brought something for him; and she wished to have time to
show it to him; and so, when the boat was well away from the shore, and
when he had put out both the lines, she asked him to be so kind as to
undo the long case lying there, and to put the rod together, and say
what he thought of it. It was a salmon-rod, she explained; of American
make; she had heard they were considered rather superior articles; and
if he approved of this one, she begged that he would keep it.
He looked up with a little surprise.
’Ye are just too kind,’ said he. ’There’s that beautiful rug that you
sent to my wife, now——’
’But isn’t it useful?’ she said, in her quick, frank way. ’Isn’t it
comfortable? When you were coming along this morning, didn’t she find
it comfortable?’
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