"How a young lady as calls herself a young lady can bemean herself by making a pet of a low-bred, ill-looking dog like that, I can't think," said Mr Robbins, laying himself out for a speech in the servants' hall. "That's a nice enough little tarrier as Sir Grantley Wilters brought, and she won't have none of it, but leaves it to her ladyship." "Yes," said the footman, "and a nice mess is made, with sops and milk and cutlets all over the carpet." "Joseph," said the butler with dignity, "it is not the place of a young man like you in livery to find fault with the acts of your superiors. Servants as do such things never rises to be out of livery." "Thanky, sir," said Joseph, who, being a young man of a lively imagination _and_ much whiskers, turned his head, squinted horribly at an under housemaid, and made her giggle. "Such a dog as that ugly brute as comes brushing into the house every time the door is opened is only fit to go with a costermonger or a butcher." "Well, I'm sure, Mr Robbins," said the cook, who for reasons of her own had a weakness for tradesmen in the latter line, "butchers are as good as butlers any day." "Perhaps they are, Mrs Downes--perhaps they are not," said the butler with dignity; "but what I say is, Mr Melton ought to have known better than ever to have brought such a beast into a gentleman's house." "That for your opinion, Mr Robbins," said Mademoiselle Justine, colouring up and snapping her fingers. "I know what you think," she said, speaking in a high-pitched, excited voice. "You think that a lady should admire scented men in fine tailor's clothes and flowers, and wiz zere leetle wretched dogs. Bah! Tish! A woman loves the big and ugly and ster-r-r-rong. She can be weak and beautiful herself. Is it not so, my friends? Yes." Mademoiselle Justine shook her head, tightened her lips, and with sparkling eyes looked round the table, ending with heightened colour and patting her little _bottine_ upon the floor. "Well, that dog's ugly enough anyhow," said Robbins, smiling faintly, and making a second chin above his cravat. "As for that Mr Melton--" "Ah, bah! stop you there," cried Mademoiselle Justine. "I do not say he is ugly, but he is big and sterong and has broad shouldaire. He is all a man--_tout-a-fait_ all a--quite a man." There was another sharp burst of nods and jerks at this. "You think, you, that my young lady will marry this Sir Wilters? That for him! He is a man for the _Maison Dieu_ or the _Invalides_. He marry! ha, ha, ha! I could blow him out myself. Poof! He is gone." Mademoiselle Justine blew some imaginary bit of fluff from her fingers as she spoke, apparently shook her head into a kind of notch or catch in the spine, and then sat very upright and very rigid, while the butler said grace and the party broke up.