“I am not,” said Vanleigh, showing his white teeth, and taking the terrier in his hands. “Look here, Landells, what should you say of this dog?”
Sir Felix fixed his glass, and crossed to his friend.
“’Markably fine terrier,” said Sir Felix, “most decidedly.”
And he touched Pepine, and was bitten spitefully on the glove.
“You remember the dog you sent to the Palace Show?”
“’Member perfectly,” said Sir Felix; “splen’ collection.”
“But did you see a finer bred specimen than that—say frankly?”
“Nothing like it; ’fectly sure of it.”
“There, Miss Rea,” said Vanleigh, “and Landells is one of the finest amateur judges of dogs in the country.”
“Is he really?” said Miss Matilda, smiling.