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"Then we shall be just in time for break- 

 fast, and you must promise me to give one of 

 your best boxes of cigars to Villiers Hilthorpe. 

 Hold this while I try and catch that tortoise- 

 shell butterfly;" and in an instant the grey 

 gaiters were tripping through the meadow, 

 as though the heels of Camilla were beneath 

 them. 



The butterfly hunter came back as swiftly 

 with her prize, and could not pull herself up 

 before she ran into the winning post. The 

 winning post insisted on levying a toll, and put 

 down the rods on the ground to avoid being 

 cheated. 



I quite changed my mind about Hilthorpe 

 after breakfast. We fished the Wimple most 

 amicably in the afternoon, and met the ladies 

 at Fairy Cove for luncheon. I do not think 

 I need prolong this little 'sketch of love and 

 trout fishing any further. 



I only wish that all honest anglers may be 

 as fortunate in their sport as I was upon the 

 Wimple, and may learn to admire the beauties 

 of Chopin as well as of Walton. Catholic 

 tastes and sympathies add to our oppor- 



