Maude sank on to one of the benches in the beautiful garden in the

centre of the lake and looked straight before her; and Stafford cuddled

the dog up to him and looked impatiently for the waiter, greeting him

when he came with: "What an infernal time you're been!"

Then he poured a little of the brandy down the dog's throat, and

bending over him repeated the close three or four times; and presently

the mite stirred and moved its head, and opening its eyes looked up

into Stafford's, and weakly putting out its tongue, licked his hand.

Stafford laughed--for the well-known reason.

"Plucky little chap, isn't he?" he said, with a moved man's affectation

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of levity. "He's made a splendid fight for it and won through. He's a

pretty little morsel--a well-bred 'un: wonder whom he belongs to?"

"To you--at least his life does," said Maude Falconer. "You couldn't

have fought harder for it if it had been a human being."

"Oh, a dog's the next thing, you know," he said, apologetically. "I'm

afraid it's been an awful nuisance and trouble for you. You haven't

blistered your hands, I hope? Let me see!"

She stretched out her hands, palm upwards, and he took them and

examined them.

"No. That's all right! 'All's well that ends well.' You want a few

lessons with the sculls, Miss Falconer, and you'd make a splendid

boat-woman. Perhaps you'd let me give you one or two?"

"Thank you; yes," she said; and to his surprise with less of her usual

half-scornful languor.

"Here's the tea. Any particular kind of cake you fancy?"

She said that the cakes would do, and poured out the tea; but he put

some milk into his saucer and gave some to the terrier, slowly,

methodically, and with a tenderness and gentleness which was not lost

upon the girl who watched him covertly before paying any attention to

his own tea.

"I wonder whether you could stand, my little man," he said, and he put

the terrier on the ground.

It stood upright and shivering for a moment, then it put its tiny paws

on Stafford's knee and looked up into his face appealingly. "Not up to

your usual form just yet, eh?" said Stafford, and he picked it up

gently and put it on his knee.

Maude Falconer looked at him.

"Give it to me," she said. "Men have no lap. He'll be more comfortable

with me."

"But he's wet still," he said. "He'll spoil that pretty dress of

yours."




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