As they walked along moving towards Robin’s Wood that lay parallel to the long drive which ran to the Highway, she thought that the peace and beauty of the evening was having a soothing effect on her companion.
After they crossed a narrow bridge over a stream which fed the lake she said,
“There are some very fat trout since you last fished here.”
“Are there?”
She thought that Lord Corbury’s eyes lit up.
“Then I must certainly have a try at them. It is so long since I had a rod in my hand that I dare say I have lost the art of hooking a fish.”
“I expect it will come back to you,” Fenella said.
He looked at her and smiled.
“Forgive me for being so blue-devilled,” he said beguilingly, “I realise you are trying to cheer me up, and even if you cannot do so, I have no right to inflict my
