"He is all right," said Leycester. "I'll tell him to come off. Don't be alarmed, my darling. You have gone quite pale!"
"Call to him to come off at once," said Stella.
Leycester rowed to land, and they both walked to the weir, a few paces only.
"Better come off there, Frank," called out Leycester.
Frank looked round.
"I've just had a touch," he said. "There is a tremendous jack there, or perhaps it's a trout; he'll come again directly."
"Come off," said Leycester. "You are frightening Stella—your cousin."
"All right," said Frank, but at the moment the fish, jack or trout, seized the bait, and with an exultant cry, Frank jerked his rod.
"I've got him!" he shouted. "It's a monster! Have you got a net Lord—I mean Leycester?"
"No, bother the net and the fish too," said Leycester. "Leave the fish and come off; your cousin is alarmed."