The dog gravely imitated him.

He understood, perhaps better than the king, his master's mood.

This pacing backward and forward was always the forerunner of something of great importance.
During the past year he had been the repository of many a secret.

Well, he knew how to keep one.

Did not he carry a secret which his master would have given much to know?
Some one in far away India, after putting him into the ship steward's care, had whispered: "You tell the governor that I think just as much of him as ever." He had made a desperate effort to tell it the moment he was liberated from the box, but he had not yet mastered that particular language which characterized his master's race.
"To begin with," said the diplomat, "what would your Majesty say if I should ask permission to purchase the entire loan ?".