"You may be a better English scholar than I am, Forrester, and be able to make head or tail of this.

As far as I can make it out, Raby is flourishing very decidedly.

Here, read this second sheet." Captain Forrester took the letter, and read the part indicated carefully.
The major watched him anxiously till he had done.
"Well ?" he asked, as his comrade handed it back.
"It seems to be a case," said the latter.
"That's what I thought.

I don't like that carrying her parasol, and telling the boy that two are company--" Captain Forrester burst into a loud laugh.
"Why, you glorious old donkey, that's the dog!" "Nonsense; she'd never say a dog was shy and gentlemanly, and looked as if he'd had a lot of trouble." "No," said the captain holding his sides, "that's the librarian." "Who--the fellow Julius she talks about ?" asked the major, beginning to feel very warm.
"The fellow Julius! Why, Julius is the dog!" The major rose from his seat in agitation, and stood before his friend.
"Forrester," said he solemnly, "as soon as I see the joke I'll laugh.
Meanwhile tell me this.

Who in the name of mystery is it who feels his anomalous position at Wildtree, the man or the dog ?" Captain Forrester held gallantly on to his chair to prevent falling off; and the native without, hearing his shouts, looked in at the door to see what the sahib wanted.
"My dear fellow," said he at last, "I begin to think I know more than you.