We were absolutely inseparable.

I preached long sermons to him from Gospel texts.

I told him in a loud voice all about my early life and school- days at Montreux; I recounted to him all my adventures, from the fatal meeting with poor Peter Jensen in Singapore, right up to the present; I sang little _chansons_ to him, and among these he had his favourites as well as those he disliked cordially.

If he did not care for a song, he would set up a pitiful howl.

I feel convinced that this constant communing aloud with my dog saved my reason.