Part 61 (1/2)

”Very ugly indeed,” said Helen, with some fervour; ”at least all I have seen of it.”

”But there must be parts that are prettier than others? You say there are parks: why should not we lodge near them and look upon the green trees?”

”That would be nice,” said Helen, almost joyously; ”but--” and here the head was shaken--”there are no lodgings for us except in courts and alleys.”

”Why?”

”Why?” echoed Helen, with a smile, and she held up the purse.

”Pooh! always that horrid purse; as if, too, we were not going to fill it! Did not I tell you the story of Fortunio? Well, at all events, we will go first to the neighbourhood where you last lived, and learn there all we can; and then the day after to-morrow I will see this Dr. Morgan, and find out the lord.”

The tears started to Helen's soft eyes. ”You want to get rid of me soon, brother.”

”I! Ah, I feel so happy to have you with me it seems to me as if I had pined for you all my life, and you had come at last; for I never had brother nor sister nor any one to love, that was not older than myself, except--”

”Except the young lady you told me of,” said Helen, turning away her face; for children are very jealous.

”Yes, I loved her, love her still. But that was different,” said Leonard. ”I could never have talked to her as to you: to you I open my whole heart; you are my little Muse, Helen: I confess to you my wild whims and fancies as frankly as if I were writing poetry.” As he said this, a step was heard, and a shadow fell over the stream. A belated angler appeared on the margin, drawing his line impatiently across the water, as if to worry some dozing fish into a bite before it finally settled itself for the night. Absorbed in his occupation, the angler did not observe the young persons on the sward under the tree, and he halted there, close upon them.

”Curse that perch!” said he, aloud.

”Take care, sir,” cried Leonard; for the man, in stepping back, nearly trod upon Helen.

The angler turned. ”What 's the matter? Hist! you have frightened my perch. Keep still, can't you?”

Helen drew herself out of the way, and Leonard remained motionless. He remembered Jackeymo, and felt a sympathy for the angler.

”It is the most extraordinary perch, that!” muttered the stranger, soliloquizing. ”It has the devil's own luck. It must have been born with a silver spoon in its mouth, that d.a.m.ned perch! I shall never catch it,--never! Ha! no, only a weed. I give it up.” With this, he indignantly jerked his rod from the water and began to disjoint it.

While leisurely engaged in this occupation, he turned to Leonard.

”Humph! are you intimately acquainted with this stream, sir?”

”No,” answered Leonard. ”I never saw it before.”

ANGLER, (solemnly).--”Then, young man, take my advice, and do not give way to its fascinations. Sir, I am a martyr to this stream; it has been the Delilah of my existence.”

LEONARD (interested, the last sentence seemed to him poetical).--”The Delilah! sir, the Delilah!”

ANGLER.--”The Delilah. Young man, listen, and be warned by example. When I was about your age, I first came to this stream to fish. Sir, on that fatal day, about three p.m., I hooked up a fish,--such a big one, it must have weighed a pound and a half. Sir, it was that length;” and the angler put finger to wrist. ”And just when I had got it nearly ash.o.r.e, by the very place where you are sitting, on that shelving bank, young man, the line broke, and the perch twisted himself among those roots, and--cacodaemon that he was--ran off, hook and all. Well, that fish haunted me; never before had I seen such a fish. Minnows I had caught in the Thames and elsewhere, also gudgeons, and occasionally a dace. But a fish like that--a PERCH, all his fins up, like the sails of a man-of-war--a monster perch,--a whale of a perch! No, never till then had I known what leviathans lie hid within the deeps. I could not sleep till I had returned; and again, sir,--I caught that perch. And this time I pulled him fairly out of the water. He escaped; and how did he escape?

Sir, he left his eye behind him on the hook. Years, long years, have pa.s.sed since then; but never shall I forget the agony of that moment.”

LEONARD.--”To the perch, sir?”

ANGLER.--”Perch! agony to him! He enjoyed it. Agony to me! I gazed on that eye, and the eye looked as sly and as wicked as if it were laughing in my face. Well, sir, I had heard that there is no better bait for a perch than a perch's eye. I adjusted that eye on the hook, and dropped in the line gently. The water was unusually clear; in two minutes I saw that perch return. He approached the hook; he recognized his eye, frisked his tail, made a plunge, and, as I live, carried off the eye, safe and sound; and I saw him digesting it by the side of that water-lily. The mocking fiend! Seven times since that day, in the course of a varied and eventful life, have I caught that perch, and seven times has that perch escaped.”

LEONARD (astonished).--”It can't be the same perch; perches are very tender fish. A hook inside of it, and an eye hooked out of it--no perch could withstand such havoc in its const.i.tution.”