“Let’s join the ladies,” said the lawyer. “I wish you would not come down here, sir. It seems to me that you place me in a very peculiar position.”
“One for which you will be grateful some day, Mr Hampton,” said the young man laughing. “How hard it is to get elderly people to do their duty.”
They were on the way to the drawing-room, and the doctor had just opened the door.
There was a loud bark, and the sound of something being overturned.
“Bruno! Bruno!” cried Gertrude, as she caught the dog by his collar.
“Bless us and save us, my dear!” cried Mrs Hampton. “Do have that dog locked up.”
“What’s that? My patient!” said the young man, as he entered the drawing-room.
Gertrude’s ears tingled, for this was all new to those present.
There was a volley of barks and the dog stood panting and listening.
“Well, Bruno, old fellow; how’s the head?”