There was an uncomfortable silence. Haddo’s words were out of tune with the rest of the conversation. Dr. Porhoët had spoken of magical things with a sceptical irony that gave a certain humour to the subject, and Susie was resolutely flippant. But Haddo’s vehemence put these incredulous people out of countenance. Dr. Porhoët got up to go. He shook hands with Susie and with Margaret. Arthur opened the door for him. The kindly scholar looked round for Margaret’s terrier.
“I must bid my farewells to your little dog.”
He had been so quiet that they had forgotten his presence.
“Come here, Copper,” said Margaret.
The dog slowly slunk up to them, and with a terrified expression crouched at Margaret’s feet.
“What on earth’s the matter with you?” she asked.
“He’s frightened of me,” said Haddo, with that harsh laugh of his, which gave such an unpleasant impression.
“Nonsense!”
Dr. Porhoët bent down, stroked the dog’s back, and shook its paw. Margaret lifted it up and set it on a table.
“Now, be good,” she said, with lifted finger.
Dr. Porhoët with a smile went out, and Arthur shut the door behind him. Suddenly, as though evil had entered into it, the terrier sprang at Oliver Haddo and fixed its teeth in his hand. Haddo uttered a cry, and, shaking it off, gave it a savage kick. The dog rolled over with a loud bark that
