The two women started from the sofa, and gazed in a startled way toward the hall.
Chapter Twenty One.
Bruno Gets into a Scrape.
The sound that startled them was a faint scratching noise at the door, and Gertrude hurried across the room to open and admit the dog Bruno, who was lying on the sheepskin mat, and who raised his head, gazed in his mistress’s face, uttered a low whine, and then dropped his head between his paws.
“Why, Bruno, Bruno? what’s the matter?”
“Shall I go up and knock at master’s door again, Miss Gertie?” said the housekeeper, who came along the passage just then. “Why, what’s the matter with the dog?”
“I don’t know, Denton; he seems ill. Oh! His head is covered with blood.”
“Ugh! So it is,” cried the old woman. “I haven’t seen him before this morning, miss. He has been fighting. Go down, sir, directly. Bad dog!”