She hinted that you had been hard on Uncle Luke, but she bid me ask yourself." "Do you think it likely I was hard to him, Bawn ?" She was looking into the dog's eyes now and the dog into hers.

The two hearts that were always faithful to Uncle Luke understood each other.
Deep answered deep.
"I am sure you were not," I said.
"Maureen did not know," she went on gently.
"Sure your dog for you could die With no truer heart than I," she murmured, with a fervour that startled me.

Then her eyes grew misty.
"Dido and I are always listening for the same foot," she said.

"If Luke L'Estrange were to come back now, perhaps we should both die of joy.
What was it you were asking me, Bawn?
Who was it gave Luke the dog.

It was Irene Cardew, poor girl.