"Because he's George, I think, and if John were here he would tell you the story of how he tried to kiss Lily Brent!"
"That sort of animal oughtn't to be let loose."
"I like him," Helen said. "I'm sorry for him."
"H'm," said Zebedee. "Well, you have the dog."
"Oh," she said, "he isn't like that with me. We've known each other all our lives. And you don't mind about the tinker?"
"I don't think so."
"It's not nearly so bad," she persuaded him, "as the real woman you once liked."
He did not contradict her. "We're not going to argue about dreams and the past. We haven't time for that."
"And I haven't begun to thank you! I knew you were going to bring a dog!"
"Who told you?"