THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Not at all; you'll be all right when you get out into the air."
"Where's the sun? Isn't it time for it?" she asked, as they set out.
"Yes, it's time, but he hasn't appeared yet. A cloudy day, you know, means fisherman's luck."
"How far is it to the place we're going to fish?"
"Oh, about a mile and a half."
Mrs. Crompton heaved a gentle sigh. "I don't think you'll ever be able to make a sportsman of me, Parson."
"My dear madam, when once the fascination of angling has taken possession of your soul, physical discomforts will be as naught."
"I doubt it. Nothing has ever so taken possession of my soul that discomforts counted for naught."
"Then you are facing a new experience."
"Well, that's some compensation."
The Parson breathed rapturously. "Just breathe in that air, and see how fresh everything looks, and be content."
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