She was calling to her dog, "Fifine, Fifine, where can you be ?" A respectable-looking elderly maid came hurrying after her.
"I've looked everywhere, my lady, and I cannot find the little thing," she said in a frightened voice.
Meanwhile, the doctor had got out of the carriage and had taken Fifine gently from Mary's lap.

Now that Mary was coming to herself she began to discover that the doctor was young and kind-looking, but more careworn than his youth warranted.

He opened the garden gate and went up to Lady Anne.
"Is this your little dog, madam ?" he asked.
"My Fifine, my darling!" cried Lady Anne, embracing the trembling bit of wool.

"You don't know what she is to me, sir.

My little grandson"-- the imperious old voice shook--"loved the dog.