The dog gave a joyful whine, ran to him, and tried to raise himself up so as to place his paws upon the speaker’s breast, but failed.
“Come, you are ten times better than when I saw you last—ever so much stronger, too. Why, the head’s getting all right again.”
“When did he see him last?” thought Mrs Hampton.
“Why, you seem old friends,” said Doctor Lawrence.
“Yes,” said Gertrude quickly. “Mr George Harrington saw me when I was down the garden one day with the dog.”
The lawyer coughed.
“No, sir, don’t do that,” said the young man laughing, as he sat with the dog resting his heavy head upon his knee.
“Do what, sir?”
“Cough in that meaning way. It is a reflection upon the lady.”
“Oh, indeed!”