She nodded her approval.
The dog's deep-chested bark had turned to a whimper of joyous welcome.
"Don't be heeding him, madame," O'Rane called out. "He'll not hurt you."
Sonia had walked on a few steps, but at sound of his voice she too stopped. Some time was yet to pass before she appreciated the sightlessness of those vivid, commanding eyes.
"Raney!" I cried.
He slid down from the milestone and faced us.
"George! what brings you here? It was a woman's step!"
"I was walking on the grass," I explained. "Sonia's here. She's taking me home with her to tea."
He pulled off his hat and stood with outstretched hand.