Mr. Singleton, from his partiality to Mr. Humphries, took it all in good part; but Mr. Gage looked very cloudy. He rose as soon as possible and left the table, and walked up and down the room, keeping his eyes fixed upon Mr. Humphries and Harriet.
Harriet rose and looked about among the dishes.
"You can tell me, Mr. Humphries," she said, "what is the best thing I can give my terrier. He only eats twice a day, and I never let him touch raw meat."
"Oh! I don't know—I—it does not matter what you give him," said Mr. Humphries.
"A slice of this cold beef then," said Harriet, "will you cut it for me?"
Mr. Humphries complied; nearly cut his own hand, as might have been expected, but succeeded in getting off a slice.
"A little bit more," said Harriet, looking coaxingly at him.
"Oh! upon my word, that is plenty!" said Mr. Humphries.