"Are you his keeper?" he asked in a bantering tone.
"Not exactly; I left him in charge of Prince Allessandro when we went down to the well."
"Proud animal!" ejaculated Captain Haig, "it is not every terrier who has a Prince for dog boy!"
"Dog boy," she echoed, "what do you mean?"
"It is an Indian term. All Europe dogs there keep their servant body to look after them, and accompany them out walking."
"Oh, I see, and the Prince is doing dog boy for me. Well, he is quite devoted to Dog Darling. You were going to say something?" and she looked at her companion interrogatively.
"I was," he admitted, with a laugh, "but second thoughts are best."
"But I should like to hear your first thought. I insist on your telling me; it is sure to be far more entertaining than its successor."
"Oh, well, I was merely going to quote an old saw!"
"Yes?"