had come in with her, and she had hoped that he would not annoy Michael.
There were steps in the passage outside his room, and he heard a little shrill bark.

He opened his door and found his mother's maid there, trying to entice Petsy away from the room next to his.

The little dog was curled up against it, and now and then he turned round scratching at it, asking to enter.

"He won't come away, my lord," said the maid; "he's gone back a dozen times to the door." Michael bent down.
"Come, Petsy," he said, "come to bed in my room." The dog looked at him for a moment as if weighing his trustworthiness.
Then he got up and, with grotesque Chinese high-stepping walk, came to him.
"He'll be all right with me," he said to the maid.
He took Petsy into his room next door, and laid him on the chair in which his mother had sat.

The dog moved round in a circle once or twice, and then settled himself down to sleep.