The hound looked after him and then at Helen.
"Come, Pedro.

Stay with me," called Helen.
Dale, hearing her, motioned the hound back.

Obediently Pedro trotted to her, still shy and soberly watchful, as if not sure of her intentions, but with something of friendliness about him now.

Helen found a soft, restful seat in the sun facing the park, and there composed herself for what she felt would be slow, sweet, idle hours.

Pedro curled down beside her.