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The mass of fat wrinkles got up from his basket and condescended, after showing a wild but suppressed joy at the sight of his master, to be re-introduced to his mistress who expressed due appreciation of his beauty. "That old dog has been my only confidant about you, Sabine, ever since I came back he could tell you how frantic I was, couldn't you, Binko?"
Something about him touched Michael, and made him stoop and seize him in his arms and roll the solid mass on the bed in rough, loving appreciation. "You understand, old man!" he cried fondly. "You'd go for Henry or anyone or hold her for me" And then the passion died out of him, as the dog licked his hand. "But we have been brutes once too often, Binko, and now we'll have to pay the price.
For a day or two, Michael Arranstoun could not make up his mind, when he heard of the Ebbsworth ball, as to whether or no he ought to go to it. He had several conversations with Binko upon the subject, and finally came to the conclusion that he would go. He had grown so desperately unhappy by this time, that he cared no more whether it were right or wrong he must see Sabine.
Binko slobbered his acquiescence and then the tea was brought in; Sabine sat down to pour it out in the very chair she had sat in long ago. She was taller now, but still her little feet did not reach the ground. The most ecstatic happiness was permeating them both, and it all seemed like a divine dream to be there together and alone.
"He is a nice dog," his master admitted; his voice was actually nervous and he pulled Binko to him by his solid, fleshy paws, while he sat down in his chair again. Miss Delburg had got back into her seat, where she munched a cake and continued her tea. The chair was so deep and long that her little bits of feet did not nearly reach the ground, but dangled there.
"Then she would have been obliged to return at once of her own accord." Binko grunted and slobbered his acquiescence and sympathy, with his wise old fat head poked into his master's arm. "You are trying to tell me that as I had gone off to China, she couldn't have done that in any case, you old scoundrel. And of course you are right. But she did not try to, you know.
They carried out their plans and arrived at Arranstoun Castle a few days later. Michael wired to have everything ready for their reception and both experienced the most profound emotion when first they entered Michael's sitting-room again. "There is the picture, darling, that you fell through and here is Binko waiting to receive and welcome you!"
At the first possible pause, Michael addressed her again: "Since you knew the lady in life who is now my ghost and she told you of Binko did she not say anything else about her visit to Arranstoun or its master?" "Nothing it was all apparently a blank horror, and she probably wanted to forget it and him."
Material things came always more vividly to Michael than spiritual ones, and the vision he had conjured up was one of Sabine encircled by Henry's arms. This was unbearable and before he was aware of it he found he was clenching his fists in rage, and that Binko was sitting on his haunches, blinking at him, with his head on one side in his endeavors to understand.
"She would be kind to you, too, Binko. She would not say she found your hairs on every chair, and that you dribbled on her dress! She would not tell your master that he left his cigarette-ash about, and she hated the smell of smoke! She would not want this room for her boudoir, she "
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