him, for he said that in such a sun angling was folly, and affected a reluctance to begin. But when he dropped his flies on to the smooth, gliding surface, a yard from the inner side of the V, out from the foam came a great black fin, inspected the butcher and the red-and-teal, swam all round them, followed them down and across the stream, thought better of it and returned whence it had come. "Did you see that?" cried Oberhausen. Yes, we had undoubtedly seen that. "It's far too bright," said Oberhausen. We encouraged him to continue. He cast into the broken water, and a fish seized one of his flies with a rush. Oberhausen drove the hook home, ran his fish down into the calmer water, mastered him, netted him, and came to land; 4 lb.
"A fine fish," said Oberhausen. "Clean run." He pointed with pride to the obscene sea-lice which infested the trout. "I doubt it's too bright," he went on. "Aren't my flies too big?" "Go into the water," said I, as I poleaxed the fish with the handle of the net. "Go back into the water, and don't waste your breath in such foolishness. Heaven smiles on you. Deserve its smiles. To work!" The Adelphi now approached. "What is this fish?" asked Demea. "A pike?" "Nay," said Micio, "it is a John Dory." And they laughed. They could jest like that in the presence
