"You must be very proud of him," she said to Anthony.
"I am. And—we're great friends. I hope he won't fret much."
"A little at first, probably. You'll be coming to see him?"
"Once a week, always," said Lyveden. "Oftener if I can."
Presently they returned to the office, where Anthony paid four guineas and received a receipt. Patch was entered in a big book, together with his age and description. Another column received his owner's name and address. The girl hesitated.
"We like," she said, "to have the telephone number, in case of accidents."
"I'll send it to you to-night."
The entry was blotted, and the girl rose. The formalities were at an end.
Lyveden picked up his hat.
Patch greeted the familiar signal joyously. Clearly the call was over. It had been a good visit—the best they had ever paid. No other place they had been to was full of dogs. Yet to be out and about with his master was better still. He leapt up and down, rejoicing.