“Poor Bruno! What do you mean? Not dead, is he.”
“Oh, dear no, sir. Getting quite strong again.”
“Indeed,” said Saul drily.
“Yes, sir; somebody tried to kill him, but Miss Gertrude has nursed him back to life.”
“Poor dog! Somebody tried to kill him. What for? Biting?”
“I don’t know, sir. He crawled in one morning half dead; and, for a long time, I thought he wouldn’t get over it. But he’s nearly well now.”
“And chained up?”
“No, sir; but shut up in the stable. We can’t have him in the house, he howls so.”
Saul Harrington made no answer, for they were at the top of the steps; and directly after he was shown into the drawing-room, where every eye was fixed upon his arm.
“Ah, Gertrude! my dear,” he cried, shaking hands. “Mrs Hampton, too. Glad to see you.”