'Love likes her bonds,' the doctor repeated, shaking his head.
'And the arrow that is weighted flies freest against the wind,' Rollo remarked.
'What do you mean by that?' said Primrose. 'Duke, you look very funny with that cat upon your shoulder.'
'Pussy likes it,' said Rollo.
'Dane, have you finished your business with Hazel?' said Dr.
Maryland. 'I must be going presently.'
'Well, sir,—if Prim and Arthur will excuse me.'
He brought himself, pussy cat and all, to a chair by Wych
Hazel's side. The others drew off a little.
'I am going away,' he said. 'Business takes me to New York for a week or two. Possibly to Chicago; but I hope not. I hope to bring your horses back with me. Do you want to give me any directions respecting them?'
'Directions?—I think not. O yes!' said Hazel, touching her fingers to the cat's head and instantly withdrawing them,—'I want my pony to be very fast. Because——' but there she stopped.
'Well?' said he.