The Marquis of Rotherwood was certainly the very reverse of his
chosen travelling companion, in the matter of activity. He made an
appointment with the two boys to get up at half-past four on Monday
morning for some fishing, before the sun was too high--Maurice not
caring for the sport, but intending to make prize of any of the
'insect youth' which might prefer the sunrise for their gambols; and
Reginald, in high delight at the prospect of real fishing, something
beyond his own performances with a stick and a string, in pursuit of
minnows in the ditches. Reginald was making contrivances for tying a
string round his wrist and hanging the end of it from the window,
that Andrew Grey might give it a pull as he went by to his work, to
wake him, when Lord Rotherwood exclaimed, 'What! cannot you wake
yourself at any time you please?'
'No,' said Reginald, 'I never heard of any one that could.'
'Then I advise you to learn the art; in the meantime I will call you
to-morrow.'
Loud voices and laughter in the hall, and the front door creaking on
its hinges at sunrise, convinced the household that this was no vain
boast; before breakfast was quite over the fishermen were seen
approaching the house.
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