"You, too, will leave her?"
"I shall leave her till all this is forgotten. It will be nothing new for me to set out for the ends of the earth at an hour's notice."
"You are, as Pamela says, the best man living."
"Stop!" said Lord Glengall, with a gesture as if he could not endure the praise. "Good-bye!"
"Good-bye," repeated Sir Anthony, turning away.
Several times as he went homeward Lord Glengall stooped to pat the shaggy coat of the terrier who still trotted by him.
Pointing with his foot to the little heap of trinkets.
"You don't know poetry, old fellow," he said once aloud, "but there was a poet named Shakespeare who wrote something about people coming back 'to push us from our stools.' I am not good at remembering poetry; but that young gentleman we have just left has come back to push us from our stools—to push us from our stools."
The dog, as if he understood, thrust a sympathetic nose into his companion's hand.