Hubert stroked the
animal; it arched its back, and rubbed itself against his legs. At that
moment a half-bred fox-terrier barked noisily at him; he heard some one
calling the dog, and saw a slight black figure hastening down one of the
side-walks. Despite the dog's attempts on his legs, he ran forward.
'Emily! Emily!' he called. She stopped, turned, and stood looking at him.
'My dear cousin,' he said. 'I'm sorry about last night. I hope that Mrs.
Bentley has told you. I begged of her to do so.'
'Yes; she told me of your kind intentions. I have to thank you.'
They walked on in silence, neither knowing what to say.
'Go away, Dandy!' said Emily, thrusting her black silk parasol at the dog,
who had begun an attack on Hubert's trousers. The dog retreated; Hubert
laughed.
'I'm afraid he doesn't like me.'
'He'll soon get to know you. Are you fond of animals?'
'I don't know that I am, particularly.'
'Oh!' she said, looking at him reproachfully, 'how can you?' Her eyes
seemed to say, 'I never can like you after that.' 'I adore animals,' she
said. 'My dear dog--there is nothing in the world I love as I love my
Dandy; come here, dear.' The dog came, wagging his tail, putting back his
ears, knowing he was going to be caressed.
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