"I'm afraid we ought to be going," he said.
His white-clad hostess came up close to him:--"It's so good of you to have come to see me so soon," she murmured.

"Though I do like Beechfield, and the people here are awfully kind, I feel very forlorn, Mr.Radmore.
Seeing you has cheered me up very much.

I hope you'll come again soon." There fell on the still air the voice of Timmy talking to his dog outside.

Mrs.Crofton went quickly past Radmore into the tiny hall; she shut the front door, which had been left ajar; and then she came back.
"It's quite true that I don't like dogs!" she exclaimed.

"Poor Cecil's terriers got thoroughly on my nerves last winter.