“I see him coming in,” he said.
The next minute the door opened, and Hilary entered.
“She has not come,” said Mr. Stone; and Bianca murmured:
“We miss her!”
“Her eyes,” said Mr. Stone, “have a peculiar look; they help me to see into the future. I have noticed the same look in the eyes of female dogs.”
With a little laugh, Bianca murmured again:
“That is good!”
“There is one virtue in dogs,” said Hilary, “which human beings lack—they are incapable of mockery.”
But Bianca's lips, parted, indrawn, seemed saying: 'You ask too much! I no longer attract you. Am I to sympathise in the attraction this common little girl has for you?'
Mr. Stone's gaze was fixed intently on the wall.