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Her son having one day delivered the dictum that "Lucy was not yet strong enough to go back to that den of a pensionnat," she at once drove over to the Rue Fossette, had an interview with the directress, and procured the indulgence, on the plea of prolonged rest and change being necessary to perfect recovery.
"Indeed, mamma, since you propound the riddle, I think you ought to solve it!" "And you have known her some time, you say ever since you first began to attend the school in the Rue Fossette: yet you never mentioned to me that singular resemblance!" "I could not mention a thing of which I never thought, and which I do not now acknowledge. What can you mean?" "Stupid boy! look at her."
Sophia went on her knees to the basket, and, pulling aside the dog's hair, round about the head, examined the skin. Fossette was a sick dog and behaved like one. Fossette, too, was nine years older, and her senility was offensive. She was to no sense a pleasant object. "See here," said Sophia. Constance also knelt to the basket. "And here," said Sophia. "And here."
"This is Fossette," said Sophia, pulling at the chain. Constance knew not what to reply. Surely Sophia could not be aware what she did in bringing such a dog to a place where people were so particular as they are in the Five Towns. "Fossette!" She repeated the name in an endearing accent, half stooping towards the dog. After all, it was not the dog's fault.
She rang the bell and gave instructions to Amy about food fruit cakes, coffee and hot milk, on a tray; and Sophia also spoke to Amy murmuring a request as to Fossette. "Yes, Mrs. Scales," said Amy, with eager deference. Mrs. Critchlow smiled vaguely from a low chair near the curtained window. Then Constance lit another burner of the chandelier.
Spot had very few teeth, and his legs were stiff. He had only one vice, jealousy. Fearing that Fossette might be receiving the entire attention of his mistresses, he had come to inquire into the situation. When he found the justification of his gloomiest apprehensions, he nosed obstinately up to Constance, and would not be put off.
"By Jove!" he said, "that's a dog, that is! ... All the same. ... " And he burst out laughing. "I won't have Fossette laughed at," Sophia warned him. "No, seriously," he said, in his quality of an amateur of dogs; "she is very fine." Even then he could not help adding: "What you can see of her!" Whereupon Sophia shook her head, deprecating such wit. Sophia was very lenient towards him.
The morrow would not restore him to the Rue Fossette, that day being devoted entirely to his college. I got through my teaching; I got over the intermediate hours; I saw evening approaching, and armed myself for its heavy ennuis.
"Lucy, take my love. One day share my life. Be my dearest, first on earth." We walked back to the Rue Fossette by moonlight such moonlight as fell on Eden shining through the shades of the Great Garden, and haply gilding a path glorious for a step divine a Presence nameless.
"Where had I spent the vacation?" "Chiefly in the Rue Fossette; partly with Madame Bretton." "He had heard that I was left alone in the Rue Fossette; was that so?" He shrugged his shoulders; varied and contradictory expressions played rapidly over his countenance.
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