“Why not? I believe the creature that once lives, lives forever. Especially the creature capable of love, courage, fidelity and self-sacrifice, as so many of the quadrupeds are, must be immortal.”
What Dandy would have said in reply was arrested on his lips by the approach of the dogcart, driven by one of the under-grooms.
Ran helped his old friend upon the seat, tucked the rug well over his knees and then inquired:
“Where do you wish to go?”
“To the telescope office in the village.”
“Drive this gentleman to the telegraph office,” said Ran.
“Beg pardon, sir; but there is no telegraph office in the village, and none nearer than Chuxton,” said the young groom, touching his hat.
“Oh! Chuxton is ten miles off! Where we left the train last night you know, Mr. Quin,” said Ran.
“Yes, I know! Well, let him drive me there, then! That is if you can spare the carriage.”
“Of course I can! All day, if you want it.”