But like all men of his ilk, he possessed the gift of making friends with dogs.

He patted Jove's broad head, spoke to him, and the dog wagged what there was left of his tail.

Bill proceeded to the front door and resolutely rang the bell.

The door opened presently.
"Is Richard in ?" Bill asked.

He had had only two drinks that evening.
"Mr.Warrington is in," answered the valet, with chilling dignity.
"What is your business ?" "Mine!" thundered Bill, who had a democratic contempt for a gentleman's gentleman.