'Oh no—besides, he wouldn't hurt a fly.'
'Ah,' said the elder eyeing Mou-Mou sideways, who, from his kennel, eyed her, 'I used to say that to people about my dog.'
The younger one stood smiling at me. They neither of them moved.
'I'll come up and bring you down,' I said, hurrying round to the path that leads from the terrace on to the slope.
When they saw that this path did indeed take them away from Mou-Mou they came with me.
Directly they moved he made a rush along his bar, but arrived too late and could only leap up and down barking.
'That's just high spirits,' I said. 'He is really most goodnatured and affectionate.'
'Ah,' said the elder, 'I used to say that to people—'
'Mind those loose stones,' I interrupted; and I helped each one down the last crumbly bit on to the terrace.
They both had black kid gloves on. More than ever, as I felt these warm gloves press my hand, was I sure that what they really wanted was an omnibus along Oxford Street.