"I was poaching.

I mistook it for the Lesset water.

I must go over and apologise to Mr.Heron.By the way, I was told I was poaching by a young lady who rode down to the stream while I was fishing.

I had some little conversation with her, but I did not learn her name.

She was a young lady with dark hair, rode a big horse, and had a couple of dogs with her--a collie and a fox-terrier." The landlord had nodded assentingly at each item of the description.
"That must have been Miss Ida--Miss Heron, the squire's daughter, sir," he said.
Stafford's brows went up.
"No wonder she stared at me," he said, almost to himself.