He was a barrister also, but he loathed a profession which kept him indoors over books, and directly his widowed mother died he was going, so he confided to Susan, to take up flying seriously, and become partner in a large business for making aeroplanes.

The talk rambled on.
It dealt, of course, with the beauties and singularities of the place, the streets, the people, and the quantities of unowned yellow dogs.
"Don't you think it dreadfully cruel the way they treat dogs in this country ?" asked Mrs.Paley.
"I'd have 'em all shot," said Mr.Venning.
"Oh, but the darling puppies," said Susan.
"Jolly little chaps," said Mr.Venning.

"Look here, you've got nothing to eat." A great wedge of cake was handed Susan on the point of a trembling knife.

Her hand trembled too as she took it.
"I have such a dear dog at home," said Mrs.Elliot.
"My parrot can't stand dogs," said Mrs.Paley, with the air of one making a confidence.

"I always suspect that he (or she) was teased by a dog when I was abroad." "You didn't get far this morning, Miss Warrington," said Mr.Venning.
"It was hot," she answered.