248 AN ANGLER'S SEASON 



oblige me by recalling their feelings 

 when under the influence of one of those 

 recurring dreams in which you think, for 

 example, that you have just entered a 

 ball-room and are trying so to arrange 

 your overcoat that the night-dress shall 

 be concealed. The peculiar irritation 

 which was caused by the Earn persistently 

 flowing the wrong way will then be 

 understood. 



When we came to the pool opposite 

 Peter's house John and I, it may be said, 

 were not on speaking terms. At any 

 rate, we were not speaking. That I felt 

 to be fortunate. Had we been in the 

 cheerful relationship of the beginning, 

 morning or afternoon, John might have 

 counselled a hasty passage beyond the 

 range of the uncanny influence ; but, as 

 he was despising me so much that he was 

 no longer even suggesting a change of fly, 

 he could not very well break silence to 

 ask a favour. 



He sighed when, having reached the 

 end of the pool, I turned towards the 



