"Not very big," he said, landing his catch. "A pound or so, I guess." But he was very pleased.
"He's great ... he's great!"
She loved his face.
Plopping his catch into his creel, he said:
"There used to be some big ones in here ... years ago Prince Radziwill stocked the Nonette. I've heard some tall stories."
"I've heard that the Radziwills still take care of Ermenonville," she said, casting again. "I've never met any of the family ... they help the hospital financially."
"They may convert their country house into a hospital," he said.
"I've heard that too."
While they fished the sun ducked behind the castle. Clouds. The kind that seem to be sheared off a sheep appeared along the horizon, above the trees; they seemed headed for the Nonette and E.
As Jean hopped from one block of masonry to another, she slipped into the stream, soaking herself to the knees: for a while she kidded about it but as the wind increased she complained of the cold.