She uttered a faint cry, for the dog's great blunt muzzle was laid upon her soft white hand, when, seeing who it was, the poor girl, with a hysterical sob, threw herself down upon her knees beside the great ugly brute, flung her arms round his neck, and hugged him to her breast. "Oh Joby, Joby, Joby, you dear good dog," she sobbed, "how did you come here?" and then, with flushed cheeks, and a faint hope in her breast that the dog's master might be at hand, she paused with her head thrown back, listening intently. But there was not a sound to be heard, and she once more caressed the dog, who, with his head resting upon her shoulder, blinked his great eyes and licked his black muzzle as if he liked it all amazingly. Maude sobbed bitterly as she knelt by the dog, and then a thought seemed to strike her, for she felt its collar, and hesitated; then going to the table she opened a blotter, seized a sheet of note paper, and began to write. At the end of a few moments she stopped though. "I dare not--I dare not," she sighed. "It would certainly be found out, and what would he think of me? What does he think of me?" she wailed. "He must believe me not worth a thought. I will send--just a line." She wrote a few words, folded the paper up small, and was taking some silk from her work-basket, when a cough on the stairs made her start and return to her chair. "She will see the dog and be so angry," thought Maude, as the rustling of silk proclaimed the coming of her ladyship, when, to her great joy Joby uttered a low growl and dived at once beneath the couch, where he curled himself up completely out of sight. "Maude," said her ladyship, in an ill-used tone, "you are not looking so well as you should." "Indeed, mamma?" "By no means, child; and as I am speaking to you, I may as well say that I could not help noticing last night that you were almost rude to Sir Grantley Wilters. I must beg that it does not occur again." "Mamma!" "There, there, there, that will do," said her ladyship, "not a word. I am going out, and I cannot be made nervous by your silly nonsense." "Indeed, mamma, I--" "I will not hear excuses," cried her ladyship. "I tell you I am going out. If Sir Grantley Wilters calls, I insist upon your treating him with proper consideration. As I have told you, and I repeat it once for all, that silly flirtation with Mr Melton is quite at an end, and now we must be serious." "Serious, mamma!" cried Maude, rising; "I assure you--" "That will do, child, that will do. You must let older people think for you, if you please. Be silent." Lady Barmouth sailed out of the room, and with a flush upon her countenance Maude returned to her work-basket for the silk, starting as she did so, for something touched her, and there was Joby's great head with the prominent eyes staring up at her, as if to say, "Are you ready?"