'Oh, but please, you mustn't!' She tugged at the car's side. 'Wouldn't you like some flowers or some orchids? We've really splendid orchids, and'—she clasped her hands—'there are Japanese goldfish—real Japanese goldfish, with four tails. If you don't care for 'em, perhaps your friends or somebody—oh, please!'
Harvey had recovered himself, and I realised that this woman beyond the decencies was fawning on me as the dog had fawned on her.
'Certainly,' I said, ashamed to meet her eye. 'I'm lunching at Mittleham, but'
'There's plenty of time,' she entreated. 'What do you think of Harvey?'
'He's a queer beast,' I said, getting out. 'He does nothing but stare at me.'
'Does he stare at you all the time he's with you?'
'Always. He's doing it now. Look!'
We had halted. Harvey had sat down, and was staring from one to the other with a weaving motion of the head.
'He'll do that all day,' I said. 'What is it, Harvey?'
'Yes, what is it, Harvey?' she echoed. The dog's throat twitched, his body stiffened and shook as though he were going to have a fit. Then he came back with a visible wrench to his unwinking watch.
''Always so?' she whispered.
'Always,' I replied, and told her something of his life with me. She nodded once or twice, and in the end led me into the house.
