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“How improved he is!” was the thought that flashed across her mind, as with an air of respectful alacrity he stepped forward to meet her; but the miller, in tugging at his nets, happened to look towards them, and ashamed that he of all men should see her change of feeling, she turned away abruptly, without acknowledging his salutation, and walked off to the other side with her attendant, Mr. Adolphus.

“Drat the perverse old jade!” exclaimed John Stokes, involuntarily, as he gave a mighty tug, which brought half the net ashore.

“She’s heavy, my good sir!” observed the pompous butler, conceiving that the honest miller’s exclamation had reference to the sport; “only see how full she is! We shall have a magnificent hawl!”

And the spectators, male and female, crowded round, and the fishermen exerted themselves so efficiently, that in two minutes the net was on dry land.

“Nothing but weeds and rubbish!” ejaculated the disappointed butler, a peculiarly blank look taking the place of his usual self-importance. “What can have become of the fish?”

“The net has been improperly drawn,” observed Mr. Adolphus; “I myself saw four or five large carp just before it was dragged ashore!”

“Better fling you in, master ‘Dolphus, by way of bait!” ejaculated our friend the miller; “I’ve seen jacks in this pond that would make no more bones of swallowing a leg or an arm of such an atomy as you, if they did not have a try at the whole body, than a shark would of bolting down Punch in the show; as to carp, everybody that ever fished a pond knows their tricks. Catch them in a net if you can. They swim round and round, just to let you look at ’em, and then they drop plump into the mud, and lie as still and as close as so many stones. But come, Mr. Tomkins,” continued honest John, addressing the butler, “we’ll try again. I’m minded that we shall have better luck this time. Here are some brave large tench, which never move till the water is disturbed; we shall have a good chance for them as well as for the jacks. Now, steady there, you in the boat Throw her in, boys, and mind you don’t draw too fast!” So to work they all went again.

All was proceeding prosperously, and the net, evidently well filled with fish, was dragging slowly to land, when John Stokes shouted suddenly from the other side of the pond–“Dang it, if that unlucky chap, master ‘Dolphus there, has not got hold of the top of the net! He’ll pull it over. See, that great jack has got out already. Take the net from him, Tom! He’ll let all the fish loose, and tumble in himself, and the water at that part is deep enough to drown twenty such mannikins. Not that I think drowning likely to be his fate–witness that petition business,” muttered John to himself in a sort of parenthesis. “Let go, I say, or you will be in. Let go, can’t ye?” added he, in his loudest tone.

And with the word, Mr. Adolphus, still struggling to retain his hold of the net, lost his balance and fell in, and catching at the person next him, who happened to be Mrs. Deborah, with the hope of saving himself, dragged her in after him.

Both sank, and amidst the confusion that ensued, the shrieks and sobs of the women, the oaths and exclamations of the men, the danger was so imminent that both might have been drowned, had not Edward Thornly, hastily flinging off his coat and hat, plunged in and rescued Mrs. Deborah, whilst good John Stokes, running round the head of the pond as nimbly as a boy, did the same kind office for his prime aversion, the attorney’s clerk. What a sound kernel is sometimes hidden under a rough and rugged rind!

Mr. Adolphus, more frightened than hurt, and with so much of the conceit washed out of him by his involuntary cold bath, that it might be accounted one of the most fortunate accidents in his life, was conveyed to the Hall; but her own house being almost equally near, Mrs. Deborah was at once taken home, and put comfortably to bed in her own chamber.