No one who has been much
with that simple sweet character could fail to be the better for it."
Mr. Bathurst coughed.
"That is so?" his wife persisted.
"Well," said Mr. Bathurst, after helping himself to another egg, "let us
hope so, at any rate."
"It's gone beyond mere hope," said his wife triumphantly. "Listen to
this;" and she read out the sentence from the second advertisement, "'No
reward required.' There," she added, "isn't that proof? I'll go round to
Cheviot Road directly after breakfast and say how grateful we are, and
bring the darling back."
III.
Meanwhile at "The Limes" Mr. Hartley Friend was pacing the room with
impatient steps.
"I do wish you would try to be less impulsive," he was saying to his
wife. "Anything in the nature of business you would be so much wiser to
leave to me."
"What is it now?" Mrs. Friend asked with perfect placidity.
"This dog," said her husband, "that fastened itself on you in this
deplorable way--whatever possessed you to rush into print about it?"
"Of course I rushed, as you say. Think of the feelings of the poor
woman who has lost her pet.
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