"
"He loves me," said Lena, rising from the table, and bearing the shawl-
swathed Louis in her arms. "He loves only me, and perhaps that is why I
love him so much in return. I don't care what you say against him, I am
not going to be separated from him. If you insist on going to Vienna you
must go alone, as far as I am concerned. I think it would be much more
sensible if you were to come to Brighton with Louis and me, but of course
you must please yourself."
"You must get rid of that dog," said Strudwarden's sister when Lena had
left the room; "it must be helped to some sudden and merciful end. Lena
is merely making use of it as an instrument for getting her own way on
dozens of occasions when she would otherwise be obliged to yield
gracefully to your wishes or to the general convenience. I am convinced
that she doesn't care a brass button about the animal itself. When her
friends are buzzing round her at Brighton or anywhere else and the dog
would be in the way, it has to spend whole days alone with the maid, but
if you want Lena to go with you anywhere where she doesn't want to go
instantly she trots out the excuse that she couldn't be separated from
her dog.
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