"One of the nicest dogs I've ever met!" She sat down, and endeared herself further to Span by giving him a large piece of cake.
And Dr.Panton, looking at the charming group--for the lithe, dark-haired girl in her brilliant, quaint garment, and the dog over which she was bending, made a delightful group--told himself grudgingly that Miss Bubbles was curiously attractive: far more attractive-looking than he would have thought her to be by the portrait published in the _Sketch_--though even that had been sufficiently arresting to remain in his mind for two or three days.

Was there really something Eastern about her appearance?
He would never have thought it but for those few words of Varick's.

Many English girls have that clear olive complexion, those large, shadowy dark eyes, which yet can light up into daring, fun, and mischief.
But, alas! the story of Span--even this early chapter of the story of his stay at Wyndfell Hall--had not a happy ending.

As Varick came forward again among his guests, Span once more set up that sharp, uncanny howl, and this time he cringed and shivered, as well as howled.
Span's master, with an angry exclamation, again dragged the now resisting dog across to the door which led into the outer porch.

After he had shut the door, and Span's howls were heard subsiding, he turned to the others apologetically.