“I don’t paint animals. I shall be very glad if Mrs. Horlock will paint him; there is some beautiful drawing about him—those fore-legs.”
Probably attracted by the dog, Mrs. Horlock came walking towards them. Triss went sidling after Rose, and when Mrs. Horlock called him, he growled.
“I beg of you, Mrs. Horlock, do not touch him; he isn’t safe, I assure you. He once bit a man’s nose off who was trying to train him to do something or other. I will not be answerable.”
“All nonsense! No dog ever bit me, they know I love them. ‘Come to me, sir.’ No dog ever bit me but once, and he was a poor mongrel that had been hunted by a lot of horrid men. I was dressing to go to a ball at the Government House, and I heard him under my bed. He had taken refuge under my bed, poor thing. He was frightened
