and had been shot by your keeper.”
“Whose dog was it?” inquired Sir Percival. “Not one of mine?”
“Did you try to save the poor thing?” asked Laura earnestly. “Surely you tried to save it, Marian?”
“Yes,” I said, “the housekeeper and I both did our best—but the dog was mortally wounded, and he died under our hands.”
“Whose dog was it?” persisted Sir Percival, repeating his question a little irritably. “One of mine?”
and had been shot by your keeper.”
“Whose dog was it?” inquired Sir Percival. “Not one of mine?”
“Did you try to save the poor thing?” asked Laura earnestly. “Surely you tried to save it, Marian?”
“Yes,” I said, “the housekeeper and I both did our best—but the dog was mortally wounded, and he died under our hands.”
“Whose dog was it?” persisted Sir Percival, repeating his question a little irritably. “One of mine?”
