'I'll give you an order for a couple of pounds' worth of flies at once.' 'The Lord reward you, sir,' answered the giant.
'And you shall make me the same quantity,' said the colonel.

'You can make salmon-flies ?' 'I made a lot by pattern for an Irish gent, sir.' 'Well, then, we'll send you some Norway patterns, and some golden pheasant and parrot feathers.

We're going to Norway this summer, you know, Lancelot--' Tregarva looked up with a quaint, solemn hesitation.
'If you please, gentlemen, you'll forgive a man's conscience.' 'Well ?' 'But I'd not like to be a party to the making of Norway flies.' 'Here's a Protectionist, with a vengeance!' laughed the colonel.

'Do you want to keep all us fishermen in England?
eh?
to fee English keepers?
'No, sir.

There's pretty fishing in Norway, I hear, and poor folk that want money more than we keepers.