He's indescribably insignificant, and rather queer in his temper, poor dear.

It's like sitting down to dinner with an ill-conditioned fox-terrier, only one can't comb him out, and sprinkle him with powder, as one would one's dog.

It's a pity, sometimes, one can't treat people like dogs! The great comfort is that we're away from newspapers, so that Richard will have a real holiday this time.

Spain wasn't a holiday.

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