He was very quiet: if so, and for whatever he did, he had his reason, they said: he was a dog endowed with reason: endowed--and how they wished that Mr.Stuart Rem would admit it!--with, their love of the little dog believed (and Mr.Posterley acquiesced), a soul.

Do but think it of dear animals, and any form of cruelty to them becomes an impossibility, Mr.Stuart Rem! But he would not be convinced: ungenerously indeed he named Mr.
Posterley a courtier.

The ladies could have retorted, that Mr.Posterley had not a brother who was the celebrated surgeon Sir Nicholas Rem.
Usually Tasso came running in when the hall-door was opened to him.

Not a sound of him could be heard.

The ladies blew his familiar whistle.
He trotted back to a third appeal, and was, unfortunately for them, not caressed; he received reproaches from two forefingers directed straight at his reason.