to talk about Jip.

He has known me in all that has happened to me, haven’t you, Jip? And I couldn’t bear to slight him, because he was a little altered — could I, Jip?’

Jip nestled closer to his mistress, and lazily licked her hand.

‘You are not so old, Jip, are you, that you’ll leave your mistress yet?’ said Dora. ‘We may keep one another company a little longer!’

My pretty Dora! When she came down to dinner on the ensuing Sunday, and was so glad to see old Traddles (who always dined with us on Sunday), we thought she would be ‘running about as she used to do’, in a few days.

But they said, wait a few days