The Proposal. Бетти Нилс

      ‘Oh, the poor little beast—how old is he now?’

      ‘Eight months old and still growing. He’s a splendid fellow and strangely enough, considering his origin, very obedient.’

      ‘I must get back.’ She looked around for Bobo, who was nowhere in sight, but in answer to her companion’s whistle Brontes came trotting up with Bobo scampering beside him. The professor fastened his lead and handed it to her. His goodbye was casually kind; never once, she reflected as she walked back to the house, had he uttered a word about her beastly job. She had been a great fool to blurt out all her worries and grumbles to a complete stranger who had no interest in her anyway. She wished most heartily that there was some way in which she could avoid meeting him ever again.