So it was tiresome to be awakened by a sound of low voices.
Opening one eye warily Yellow Dog Papillon looked up and saw something
he had of late seen several times, his beloved master standing by the
Girl Who Had Sometimes Just Come from a Cat.
The girl had water in her eyes, too.
"I am very sorry, Victor," she was saying, "but I cannot, and will not.
I can't see why you should care."
"But I do care. You know that I have always hated it. And Tommy told me
himself that she let him go with the express purpose of making up with
you. It is your duty to go back."
She drew away from him.
"I cannot."
"You mean you will not."
"Exactly; I will not."
Yellow Dog did not understand all of this dialogue, but he knew his
master's face as well as his voice, and because he liked the Girl Who
Had Sometimes Just Come from a Cat, he would have liked to advise her to
lay down her arms at once. "No good opposing him when his eyes are like
that," he said to himself; "if it was _me_, I'd just sit up and beg and
make him laugh."
But Brigit would not condescend to sit up and beg.
"There's no use in discussing it," she said very coldly, "for I will not
go back.
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