Stafford stared at her.
"Doesn't this river belong to Sir Joseph Avory ?" he asked.
"No," she replied, uncompromisingly.

"Sir Joseph Avory's river is called the Lesset water, and runs on the other side of that hill." She raised her hunting-crop and pointed with an exquisite movement, as graceful as that of a Diana, to the hill behind her.
"I am very sorry," said Stafford.

"I thought this was his river.

I met him in London and got permission from him.

Do you know to whom this water belongs ?" "To Mr.Heron, of Herondale," she replied.
"I beg Mr.Heron's pardon," said Stafford.