"Nothing. But the way he haunts it. There all day, you know, from opening to close, every day of the week."
"That's an odd mania. Can't anything be done? Has any one talked with him?"
"Yes," answered the duke. "His man. Bellingdown and I saw his man and told him what was up. We asked him to keep his master in sight and see that no harm came to him. Just that. But the beggar exceeded his instructions. He let Kneedrock see him and then he tried to argue him out of his habit."
"And what did Hal say?"
"He didn't say; he acted. He beat the poor fellow up most fearfully. Went into a towering rage, in fact."
"And now nobody'll speak to him about it, I suppose," cried Nina indignantly. "You men are such cowards."
"No, no, no," the duke protested. "It isn't that, my child. It isn't really. But, you see, it's a most delicate matter. He probably has some reason for going there that in his own mind seems perfectly right and proper."
"Then, after all, why interfere?"
"Because he's attracting attention. Or was. Of course, he's not now. He's in Dundee, you know."
"Yes. I've heard that. When he comes back perhaps he won't go to the tiger-house any more."