Upon our asking, with professional air, whether he had already had
the mange, she replied with a slight show of impatience, that she
did not know. And as to his size when he had finally stopped
growing?—well, she declared with a smart promptness, this would be
exactly that of our deceased Percy. There was a good deal more of
talk to and fro, a good deal of warm-hearted encouragement on the
part of Anastasia, reinforced by pleas from the children, and a
good deal of half-conquered irresolution on our part. We finally
begged leave to be permitted to consider the matter for a short
time, and this was graciously granted us. And so we descended to
the valley, thoughtfully rehearsing and ruminating upon our
impressions.
That bit of four-legged misery under the table had naturally
captured the hearts of the children, and we grown-ups attempted in
vain to smile away their lack of taste and judgment. We, too, felt
a tugging at our hearts and realised all too clearly that we should
be hard put to it to banish the vision of the unfortunate Lux from
our memories. What was to become of him?—if we turned away in
contumely? Into whose—into what hands would he fall? A terrible
and mysterious figure arose in our phantasies: the knacker in his
flaying-house, from whose loathsome attentions we had once saved
Percy by means of a few chivalrous bullets from the rifle of a
gamekeeper and the honourable burial-place we had given him at the
edge of our garden. If we were minded to leave Lux to an unknown
and possibly ghastly fate we should not have been so careless as
to make his acquaintance, and to look upon his childish face with
the goatee. But now that we were aware of his existence, a
responsibility seemed laid upon us which we could dispute only with
difficulty and with forced, half-hearted denials.
Thus it came about that the third day following saw us once more
climbing up that gentle spur of the lower Alps. It was not that we
had already decided upon the acquisition of Lux. But we saw that
things being as they were, it was not likely that the matter would
have any other outcome.
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