"Oh, how exactly like! How very pretty! May I keep it, Mr. Haveloc?"
"If you please—I shall be too happy."
"I wish my uncle was awake," said Margaret looking towards him. "I should like to show it to him. I wonder if he would know it directly. I dare say he would!"
"Not a doubt of it," said Mr. Haveloc, "all Italian greyhounds are alike. Any picture of an Italian greyhound would do for your dog. Do you wish me to wake Mr. Grey, that he may decide the question?"
"Oh, no! what are you thinking of? People should never be wakened."
"Will you tell me now, why you do not like George Gage?"
"What, have you not forgotten that yet? Well I will tell you one reason. Because he stares so much."
Mr. Haveloc laughed. "I really did not think," he said, "that ladies resented that offence, so strongly. Fortunately I cannot offend in that way, since I am half blind."
"I wish Mr. Gage was near-sighted," said Margaret laughing, "he is quite mistaken if he thinks ladies like to be stared at; even Harriet, who does not care for many things, told him one evening that it made her quite nervous to have him opposite when she was singing, looking into her mouth like a dentist."
"And when do you mean to ride out?" said Mr. Haveloc.