and have the dog painlessly killed.
'No.

I shall nurse him.' 'Why should you look on at suffering ?' 'Why not--if sometimes he enjoys life ?' 'I am thinking of the mistress.' 'Oh, for us,' she said, quickly, 'for me--it is good to be with suffering.' As she spoke, she drew herself slightly more erect.

Neither tone nor manner showed softness, made any appeal.

The words seemed to have dropped from her, and the strange pride and dignity she at once threw around them made a veiling cloud through which only a man entirely without the finer perceptions would have tried to penetrate.

Fenwick, for all his surface _gaucherie_, did not attempt it.