"Yes to be sure. The best College in London. Quick, let me see the dog."
"I have no dog, sir. I have made some mistake."
"Then you have got a pony. Pet over-fed. Shetland breed."
"No indeed. Nothing except myself; and I am looking for Miss Ross."
"Young lady, you have made a very great mistake. You have kept me five minutes from a lecture on the navicular disease. And my practice is controverted by an upstart youth from the country. I am in search of authorities." And off he darted, I suppose to the library.
It was clear that I had made some mistake, so I found my way back to the street, and asked in the nearest shop what building it was that I had just left.
"Oh, them's the weterans," said the woman, "and a precious set they be!"
"Why, they did not look like soldiers."
"No, no, Miss. Weterans, where they takes in all the sick horses and dogs. And very clever they are, I have heard say."
"And where is the College where the young ladies are?"