Bane certainly made a picturesque fisherman, whether he looked much
like the native breed or not. An open-air studio had been arranged on
the beach below the Bozewell bungalow, and Louise could see a director
trying to give a number of actors his idea of what a group of fishermen
mending their nets should look like.
"He should engage old Washy Gallup to give color to the group," Louise
said to Bane, laughing.
"Anscomb is having his own troubles with that bunch," sighed the
leading man. "Some of them never saw a bigger net before than one to
catch minnows. Do you sail in this sloop I see coming across from the
millionaire's villa, Miss Grayling?"
"Yes," Louise replied. "Mr. Tapp is kind enough to take us fishing."
"You are, then, one of these fortunate creatures," and Bane's sweeping
gesture indicated that he referred to the occupants of the cottages set
along the bluff above The Beaches, "who toil not, neither do they spin.
I fancied you might be one of us. Rather, I've heard that down here."
"That surmise gained coinage when I first arrived at Cardhaven," Louise
said, dimpling.
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