We show the public something prospective; but it is not necessary that this should be brought to pass; men forget what has been promised them.
This he wished to say to Eric, but withheld it, merely telling him that he might let the whole thing alone if he chose.
Just as Eric had left the room, came the dog-keeper, exclaiming,—
"Oh, sir, she is poisoned!"
"Who is poisoned?"
"The good beastie, Nora; in the night, during the riot, the shameful men gave her something, apparently a toadstool roasted in grease. She is dying now."
"Where is she?"
"Before the kennel."
Sonnenkamp went with the keeper to the enclosure where the dogs were. There lay Nora, with her loosened chain beside her.
"Nora!" he cried.