The trout Then a pause ensued in the conversation, during which our eyes wandered round the room. They finally rested upon a dusty old glass-case, fixed very high up above the chimney-piece, and containing a trout. _-_page_281.png)
It rather fascinated me, that trout; it was such a monstrous fish. In fact, at first glance, I thought it was a cod.
"Ah!" said the old gentleman, following the direction of my gaze, "fine fellow that, ain't he?"
"Quite uncommon," I murmured; and George asked the old man how much he thought it weighed.
"Eighteen pounds six ounces," said our friend, rising and taking down his coat. "Yes," he continued, "it wur sixteen year ago, come the third o' next month, that I landed him. I caught him just below the bridge with a minnow. They told me he wur in the river, and I said I'd have him, and so I did. You don't see many fish that size about here now, I'm thinking. Good-night, gentlemen, good-night."
And out he went, and left us alone.
