human
Hi, you, sir! This is _my_ water. You can't fish here.
gpt
Oh, all right. Whose is that water up there round the bend?
human
Don't know: not mine. But this is.
gpt
Very well. I'll wait till that flows down here!
human
MANY A SLIP. --_Boisterous Friend_ (_bursting suddenly through the shrubbery, and prodding proprietor with his umbrella_).
gpt
Hul-lo, Hackles, my boy! Ketching lots o' salmon!
human
There! Tut-t-t-t--confound you! I should ha' settled that fish if you hadn't come bothering about! Three people coming to dinner without notice, and only chops in the house! You'd better go and tell my wife what you've done
gpt
Keep yer head doon, sir, keep yer head doon! (_Becoming exasperated._)
human
Are you aware, sir, that you are fishing in preserved water?
gpt
Preserved water! And is all the fish _pickled_, then? Bless'd if I've seen any live 'uns about.
human
Well, I must be going in a minute.
gpt
What for?
human
Why, I forgot to order the fish for dinner.
gpt
Just give that bit o' lead a bite atween yer teeth, will yer, matie?
human
Ain't ye got no teeth of yer own?
gpt
I got some, but there ain't none of 'em opposite one another.
human
Quick, Jarvis--the landing-net--I've got him!
gpt
Ah, sir, it's only an old fryin'-pan! But that will be useful, y'know, sir, when we do catch him!