"We are all fishermen here." She was not altogether satisfied.

He spoke to her easily, and without any sort of embarrassment.

His words were civil enough, and yet he had more the air of one addressing an equal than a villager who is able to be of service to some one in an altogether different social sphere.
"It was very fortunate for me," she said, "that you saw me.

Are you up at this hour every morning ?" "Generally," he answered.

"I was thinking of fishing, higher up in the reaches there." "I am sorry," she said, "that I spoiled your sport." He did not answer at once.