I have already described Prince’s appearance, and sketched his history,
while I have left my readers to study for themselves the copy which
the painter has supplied of the dog’s primitive abode. But I must turn
back and call attention to it at this point, in order to mark the gulf
between it and Carlo’s home. First, look at Prince’s lodging, with its
rude block for a table, the red-handled knife on the block, the pewter
pot which has contained his master’s beer and still holds his pipe
standing behind the dog, and, lying at his feet, a well-polished bone.
Next, contemplate Carlo sitting in an elegant, pensive attitude in his
master’s study; was there ever a deeper gulf alike between dogs and
their quarters?
Carlo belongs as unmistakeably to the castle—one turret of which,
with its fluttering flag when the family are at home, we see through
the study window in the picture—as the castle belongs to Carlo. Both
dog and scene—the table littered with books and writing materials,
the riding-gloves, the fine old bell glass and flask of rare old
wine, the foils, together with that glimpse through the window of
the castle turret—are products of centuries of civilisation and
generations of culture. Now look at the dog himself, as refined as
any fine lady, for no fine gentleman was ever so absolutely removed
from the faintest trace of rude nature—not to say from caddishness or
snobbishness. Carlo is positively burdened with refinement. Measure
him from the tip of his long nose to the point of his long tail, from
his small head and slender throat to his delicate haunches and fine
legs, and do not forget his large soft eyes and exquisite skin. Is he
not grace personified?—grace, not dignity, for dignity implies power.
Indeed there are critics who would limit Carlo’s dominant attribute
to superlative elegance, since they allege that perfect grace demands
natural vigour, and vigour or power is exactly the quality which the
dog lacks. Being a high-bred hound, he may be fleet as a bird—fleet as
Master Magrath of racing renown; but stamina, endurance (apart from
fleetness), simple force of constitution and character, are not in him.
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