He licked off the tears with a wistful, canine earnestness and love, and again prepared to follow her.
'Back, good dog! Home, Lion!' said Gladys.
The dog turned away with his tail between his legs, and walked half-way down the road.

Gladys hurried through the gate, and along the public road, shutting the gate behind her upon Lion.

No sooner was she out of sight than the tail was again in motion, the head turned, and Lion was peering over the hedge after her.

As she swiftly pursued her way, turning neither to the right nor to the left, she did not perceive the faithful friend that was literally dogging her steps; but still Lion followed; and thoughtless of master and mistress at home, kept in view the poor beggar-girl who had managed to win his love, together with that of all the animal kind around and about Glanyravon.
Thus pursuing her unknown way, and thus pursued by Lion, we must leave Gladys and return to the farm.
At the usual hour, Mrs Prothero came down to breakfast; no Gladys was visible, and no neat table was laid for the early meal.

Mrs Prothero asked the servants if they had seen Gladys, and they said she had not yet come down; not altogether ill-pleased to find the favourite, for once, in fault.