Of course I caught nothing; but, towards the close of the gold-brown afternoon, I made yet another new acquaintance, in the person of a little old clergyman who attacked me pleasantly from the rear.
"Bad day for fishing, sir," croaked the cheery voice which first informed me of his presence.

"Ah, I knew it must be a stranger," he cried as I turned and he hopped down to my side with the activity of a much younger man.
"Yes," I said, "I only came down from London yesterday.

I find the spot so delightful that I haven't bothered much about the sport.

Still, I've had about enough of it now." And I prepared to take my rod to pieces.
"Spot and sport!" laughed the old gentleman.

"Didn't mean it for a pun, I hope?
Never could endure puns! So you came down yesterday, young gentleman, did you?
And where may you be staying ?" I described the position of my cottage without the slightest hesitation; for this parson did not scare me; except in appearance he had so little in common with his type as I knew it.