"Where did Madame get him?" asked his bearer abruptly. "Well, the fact is, he belonged to me originally, and is a native of England," replied the girl. "I lived with a family from the time I was eight till I was seventeen, and enjoyed a delightful country life." "No lessons--all haymaking, jam and holidays, I presume?" "Any amount of lessons and governesses. The Melvilles' daughter and I shared them. Auntie paid me flying visits, and on one of these occasions she noticed Toby, a young dog, full of tricks and spirits. He was very nice to her (as he can be when he likes), and she simply insisted on carrying him off." "Precisely as I am doing." "Oh, no; in a dog-box. It changed his whole career and outlook on life. Instead of living in a barrel, hunting water rats and rabbits, and having a brother in the house, and cousins in the village, he has become a society dog, and a cynical, disappointed person." "Poor old boy!" exclaimed his nurse, "so he is out of his element like many of his betters." From Dog Darling the conversation gradually became more personal, Captain Haig walking as slowly as possible, and occasionally coming to a dead halt, would have gladly carried his burden many miles--for the sake of the dog's mistress. But everything, however agreeable, must end, and the delightful _tête-à-tête_ concluded all too soon at the door of Ritter's Hotel. Madame de Godez professed herself to be much touched by Captain Haig's attention to her sweet darling, and, as a suitable reward, the following evening she invited him to coffee on the Casino terrace, which invitation he grasped at, since he had now come to his last hours in Homburg. After the coffee had been served Captain Haig and Miss Chandos instinctively, by a sort of mute mutual consent, descended into the grounds, and strolled there in the moonlight, listening to the superb string band. It happened to be playing "Die Lieben Langen Tag," when Malcolm said: "Do you know this is my last day here? I'm off tomorrow morning." "Oh, are you?" she exclaimed, "must you really leave so soon? I am sorry." "Not a thousandth part as sorry as _I_ am," he responded, with what seemed unnecessary emphasis. "I wonder if we shall ever meet again?" "I wonder?" she echoed meditatively. "How I should like to see your gorgeous East! but of course I never shall. Please give my love to India!" "Yes; the instant I sight Colaba light, if you will give me something in return." "What is it?" "Your photograph," was the bold reply. "Oh, but really, I never give that to any one," she answered rather stiffly. "In Europe, no. But I am going ten thousand miles away. Do grant me this favour--it will be a talisman to summon happy memories in a foreign land." "But I know you will stick me in a row with forty other girls," she objected, with a smile.