"Isaac Walton never saw such fishing as is carried on here. The natives are at home in the water from their childhood—men and women both;—and the women do a good deal of the fishing. But the serious business is the turtle fishing. It is a hand to hand conflict. The men plunge into the water and grapple bodily with the turtle, after they have brought them into an enclosure with their nets. Four or five men lay hold of one, if it is a large fellow, and they struggle together under water till the turtle thinks he has the worst of the bargain, and concludes to come to the surface."
"Does not the turtle sometimes get the better?"
"Sometimes."
"Mr. Rhys, have you any particular duty to-day?"
"I don't see how you can keep up that form of expression!" said he, with a comic gravity of dislike.
"Why not?"
"It is not treating me with proper confidence."
Her look in reply was so very pretty, both blushing and winsome, that the corners of his mouth were obliged to give way.
"You know what my first name is, do not you?"
"Yes," said Eleanor.