He was some time about it; then simultaneously with his recovery of upright position the animal passed at one bound from profoundest slumber into most tumultuous activity.

Enveloped in the tornado of his inane scurryings and barkings I took Mrs.Fyne's hand extended to me woodenly and bowed over it with deference.

She walked down the path without a word; Fyne had preceded her and was waiting by the open gate.

They passed out and walked up the road surrounded by a low cloud of dust raised by the dog gyrating madly about their two figures progressing side by side with rectitude and propriety, and (I don't know why) looking to me as if they had annexed the whole country- side.

Perhaps it was that they had impressed me somehow with the sense of their superiority.