“You must have something for your trouble,” he murmured, and he went to his room for his purse, and coming back, slipped a bill in her hand. It must have been a big one, for she sneaked a glance at it, then turned back as if to protest.
He waved her toward the door, then he glanced toward his wife’s room, as if he were about to go to it.
“Why anticipate trouble,” he muttered, and signing to me to follow, he entered his own quarters.
CHAPTER IV
MY NEW MASTER
I jumped up on the window-seat and looked about me. Some men have comforts, some don’t. This man had a beautiful room overlooking the river, with a nice, white bath-room off it. He splashed and tumbled about in the water, then he dressed himself, and all the while he examined me.
I licked a few stray hairs in place, and took some mud off my paws with my tongue, to let him see I was as clean in my ways as he was. I knew he would not associate with me if I was a dirty dog.
“Boy,” he said at last, “I like you; do you like me?”
I stood up straight, and put my two front paws as far up on his chest as they would go. I loved him. He was handsome, intellectual and unhappy.