The Mistress of Shenstone
The room was very still.
"Peter!" said the doctor, suddenly.
Peter sat up at once, and peeped at the doctor, through his curls.
"Poor little Peter," said the doctor, kindly.
Peter moved to the edge of the chair; sat very upright, and looked eagerly across to where the doctor was sitting. Then he wagged his tail, tapping the chair with quick, anxious, little taps.
"The first wag I have seen in twenty-four hours," remarked Lady Ingleby; but neither Deryck Brand nor Shockheaded Peter heeded the remark.
The anxious eyes of the dog were gazing, with an agony of question, into the kind keen eyes of the man.
Without moving, the doctor spoke.
"Yes, little Peter," he said.