SOPHY OF KRAVONIA
"Oh, I say, I've been seeing my mare get her feed, and—er—do you think you could be so good as to find a bone and some water for Lorenzo?"
"Lorenzo?" she said.
"My dog, you know." He pointed to the handsome beast, which wagged an expectant tail.
"Why do you call him that?"
Dunstanbury smiled. "Because he's magnificent. I dare say you never heard of Lorenzo the Magnificent?"
"No. Who was he?"
"A Duke—Duke of Florence—in Italy." He had begun to watch her face, and seemed not impatient for the bone.
"Florence? Italy?" The lettuce dropped from her hands; she wiped her hands slowly on her apron.
"Do you think you could get me one?"
"Yes, I'll get it."
She went to the back of the room and chose a bone. "Will this do?" she asked, holding it out through the window.
"Too much meat."
"Oh!" She went and got another. "This one all right?"
"Capital! Do you mind if I stay and see him eat it?"
"No."
"Here, Lorenzo! And thank the lady!"
Lorenzo directed three sharp barks at Sophy and fell to. Sophy filled and brought out a bowl of water. Lord Dunstanbury had lighted a cigar. But he was watching Sophy. A new light broke on him suddenly.
"I say, were you the other girl behind the gate?"
"I didn't mean you to see me."
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