Have you not seen dogs eating grass, sir, even in Venezuela, where these sentiments do not prevail?
And when there is no meat--when meat is forbidden--these sagacious animals accustom themselves to a vegetable diet." I could not very well tell the old man that he was lying to me--that would have been bad policy--and so I passed it off.

"I have no doubt that you are right," I said.

"I have heard that there are dogs in China that eat no meat, but are themselves eaten by their owners after being fattened on rice.

I should not care to dine on one of your animals, old man." He looked at them critically and replied: "Certainly they are lean." "I was thinking less of their leanness than of their smell," I returned.
"Their odour when they approach me is not flowery, but resembles that of other dogs which feed on flesh, and have offended my too sensitive nostrils even in the drawing-rooms of Caracas.

It is not like the fragrance of cattle when they return from the pasture." "Every animal," he replied, "gives out that odour which is peculiar to its kind"; an incontrovertible fact which left me nothing to say.
When I had sufficiently recovered the suppleness of my limbs to walk with ease, I went for a ramble in the wood, in the hope that Rima would accompany me, and that out among the trees she would cast aside that artificial constraint and shyness which was her manner in the house.
It fell out just as I had expected; she accompanied me in the sense of being always near me, or within earshot, and her manner was now free and unconstrained as I could wish; but little or nothing was gained by the change.