"Now if you feel vexed with me, look at the horse," said he.

"Anyway, the canoe's ready and the lake all rippling, and I've one of the new flight-hook spoons." Miss Deringham, who saw the spume upon the bit and the horse's whitened sides, smiled graciously, and decided that Nellie Townshead's message could very well wait until the evening.
"I will be ready in about five minutes," she said.
She kept the man waiting twenty, possibly because she believed it would be a salutary discipline, and was not displeased to notice that he stamped impatiently up and down.

Then she went down with him to the lake, and it was dusk when they returned with several fine trout, in the state of content with each other which occasionally characterizes comrades in a successful angling expedition.

They had also so much to talk about that Miss Deringham completely forgot the message, and her pleasure was only dissipated when she met her father alone for a minute.

His pose expressed dejection and indecision as he came towards her along the verandah.
"You do not look well," she said.
"That," said Deringham dryly, "is quite possible.