220 "CHOPIN" IN THE DUSK. 



" Bother the moon. Do you think I came 

 out here to flirt ? Stand closer, unless you 

 want to be hooked in the eye." 



" You know the penalty for blinding in that 

 case?" 



" If you don't stop I won't give you your 

 cigars. You forgot them in your selfish hurry 

 to be here before me." 



" In heaven's name fish away, cousin ! There, 

 you missed a fine trout by striking in too soon, 

 exactly what happened to you with Dick 



Another word and a bundle of my treasured 

 Partagas would have been flung into the 

 Wimple. 



"Now, Willie, I insist on your fishing, in- 

 stead of staring at me, and fidgeting with my 

 hood. Twice I nearly lost my casting-line 

 through your nonsense." 



"Well, I won't any more." 



" Oh, why don't you smoke or fish, or go 

 home ? I can take care of myself." 



" Do you really wish me to go ?" 



" Of course I don't. There, see what you 

 have done now ! My fly is fastened in the 

 alder." 



