It was Dido who led us on to talk of Uncle Luke.
Maureen is no more tolerant of dogs about her than others of her class, but she tolerates Dido because she belonged to Uncle Luke.
"If his Lordship had a real kindness for that old dog," she began, "he'd poison her and put her out of her trouble." Dido looked back over her ears at her as a dog will, knowing itself discussed.
"I don't think Dido would call it a kindness, Maureen," said I."Let me see--how old is she ?" "She must be nigh on fifteen years old.

I remember well the day Master Luke brought her home.

I wonder his Lordship can bear to have her about, seeing who it was that gave her to him." "And who was it, Maureen ?" I asked.
Her old eyes narrowed themselves cunningly.
"No one could ever say, Miss Bawn, that I talked about the family." "Very well, Maureen," I said.

"But I am to hear it, all the same.

Miss Champion is going to tell me.