Then Hawkes took the bag and the parcels and handed them also to
Jarvis. One of them burst open, disclosing her father's parting
gifts. She kept the rosary and the miniature, and wrapping up the
others carefully she placed them on the top of the other articles in
the outraged Jarvis's arms, and then gave him her final injunctions.
Patting "Michael" on the head she said to the footman:
"Ye won't hurt him, will ye?"
"Michael" at that stage licked her hand and whined as though he knew
they were to be separated. Peg comforted him and went on: "And I'd
be much obliged to ye if ye'd give him some wather and a bone. He
loves mutton bones."
Jarvis, with as much dignity as he could assume, considering that he
had one armful of shabby parcels and the other hand holding at arm's
length a disgraceful looking mongrel, went out, almost on the verge
of tears.
Peg looked down and found Alaric sitting at a desk near the door
staring at her in disgust.
He was such a funny looking little fellow to Peg that she could not
feel any resentment toward him. His sleek well-brushed hair; his
carefully creased and admirably-cut clothes; his self-sufficiency;
and above all his absolute assurance that whatever he did was right,
amused Peg immensely.
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