"What man?"
"The man that owns him; he wasn't my dog."
The General looked even more surprised than before, and for a moment he couldn't seem to find his voice; then he said,
"Do you mean to tell me that you were selling another man's dog—and knew it?"
"Yes, I knew it wasn't my dog."
"Then why did you sell him?"
I said,
"Well, that is a curious question to ask. I sold him because you wanted him. You offered to buy the dog; you can't deny that I was not anxious to sell him—I had not even thought of selling him, but it seemed to me that if it could be any accommodation to you—"
He broke me off in the middle, and said,
"Accommodation to me? It is the most extraordinary spirit of accommodation I have ever heard of—the idea of your selling a dog that didn't belong to you—"