He was ambitious to mount to her face.
"Didn't you _never_ have a dog ?" Worth asked, drawling it out tragically.
The head nodded yes, but the eyes did not grow any more glad at thought of once having had a dog.
Worth took a step nearer and lay an awed hand upon her arm.

"Did he--_die_ ?" She nodded.

Her face had grown less sorrowful than hard.

It was the look of that first day.
Worth shook his head slowly to express deep melancholy.

"It's awful--to have 'em die.