But we hardly ever correspond. My address is always such a doubtful
quantity"--with a laugh. "You see, I'm liable to dash off to the ends of
the earth at a moment's notice, if the spirit moves me." He rose, tucking
the puppy under his arm. "Well, I must be getting back. Aunt Susan will be
on tenterhooks till she sees this youngster."
Coventry accompanied him to the door and signalled to the groom who was
walking Brett's horse slowly up and down.
"I shouldn't repeat that story to any one, if I were you, Forrester," he
said, speaking with some effort, as they shook hands.
"Good Lord! Not I! What do you take me for?" laughed Brett easily. "I only
thought it might amuse you, Lovell being your agent."
The groom brought the horse and trap to a standstill in front of the house
door, and touched his hat.
"I've kept the horse moving about, sir, as he was a bit hot," he said,
addressing Brett.
The latter nodded and tipped the man generously. Meanness, at least, was
not included amongst his many faults.
"Quite right," he replied. "Got a basket handy for the pup?"
The man lifted down from the front of the dog-cart a basket he had put
there in readiness, and the puppy, wailing pathetically, was deposited
inside.
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