Why didn't you think of it, Columbus ?" Columbus couldn't say really, but he wriggled his nose into the caressing hand and gave her to understand that lunch really didn't matter.

Then very suddenly he extricated it again and uttered a growl that might have risen from the heart of a lion.
Juliet looked up.

Someone was coming along the winding path through the wood.

She grasped Columbus by the collar, for he had a disconcerting habit of barking round the legs of intruders if not wholly satisfied as to their respectability.

The next moment a figure came in sight, and she recognized the squire.
He was walking quickly, impatiently, flicking to and fro with a stick as he came.