There was still a little fire alight in the deep grate, throwing out a warmth that was comforting to both the man and the boy.
"If you'll wait here, I'll get my husband." While Mrs.Trotman had left the room, Radmore remarked: "I've made up my mind what to say to Trotman, so please don't interrupt." And Timmy listened silently to the explanation his godfather gave of Josephine's strange behaviour of the night before.

It was an explanation that squared with the facts--at any rate, according to the speaker's point of view--for Radmore told the famous vet that the cat, upset by the sight of a strange dog, had flown at a lady and bitten her.

He added frankly that the doctor had suggested that the animal should be kept under observation, and then he managed to convey that money was no object, as the cat was a cherished pet sent from France during the War.
Everything was soon arranged, for Mr.Trotman was a man of few words.
Radmore gave his own name and the address of Old Place, and then, just before leaving the house, he put down a L5 note on the table.
The sturdy, grizzled old man took up the note and held it out to his new client.

"I'd rather not take this, sir, if you don't mind," he said a little gruffly.

"We'll send you in a proper bill in due course.