Von Rosen sprang to the telephone, but he could get no response whatever from the Central office, probably on account of the ice-coated wires.
He sat down disconsolately, and the cat leapt upon his knees, but he pushed him away impatiently, to be surveyed in consequence by those topaz eyes with a regal effect of injury, and astonishment.

Von Rosen listened.

He wondered if he heard, or imagined that he heard, a plaintive little wail.

The dog snuggled close to him, and he felt a warm tongue lap.

Von Rosen patted the dog's head.