Without another word, the young man ascended the steps, and entered the house.

Juliet stood staring, motionless and white.  Again and again Dorothy would have turned back, but Juliet grasped her by the arm, stood as if frozen to the spot, and would not let her move.  She must know what it meant.  And all the time a little crowd had been gathering, as it well might, even in a town no bigger than Glaston, at such uproar in its usually so quiet streets.  At first it was all women, who showed their interest by a fixed regard of each speaker in the quarrel in turn, and a confused staring from one to the other of themselves.  No handle was yet visible by which to lay hold of the affair.  But the moment the young man re-entered the surgery, and just as Faber was turning to go after him, out, like a bolt, shot from the open door a long-legged, gaunt mongrel dog, in such a pitiful state as I will not horrify my readers by attempting to describe.  It is enough to say that the knife had been used upon him with a ghastly freedom.  In an agony of soundless terror the poor animal, who could never recover the usage he had had, and seemed likely to tear from himself a part of his body at every bound, rushed through the spectators, who scattered horror-stricken from his path.  Ah, what a wild waste look the creature had!—­as if his spirit within him were wan with dismay at the lawless invasion of his humble house of life.  A cry, almost a shriek, rose from the little crowd, to which a few men had now added themselves.  The doctor came dashing down the steps in pursuit of him.  The same instant, having just escaped collision with the dog, up came Mr. Drew.  His round face flamed like the sun in a fog with anger and pity and indignation.  He rushed straight at the doctor, and would have collared him.  Faber flung him from him without a word, and ran on.  The draper reeled, but recovered himself, and was starting to follow, when Juliet, hurrying up, with white face and flashing eyes, laid her hand on his arm, and said, in a voice of whose authoritative tone she was herself unconscious,

“Stop, Mr. Drew.”

The draper obeyed, but stood speechless with anger, not yet doubting it was the doctor who had so misused the dog.

“I have been here from the first,” she went on.  “Mr. Faber is as angry as you are.—­Please, Dorothy, will you come?—­It is that assistant of his, Mr. Drew!  He hasn’t been with him more than three days.”

With Dorothy beside her, Juliet now told him, loud enough for all to hear, what they had heard and seen.  “I must go and beg his pardon,” said the draper.  “I had no right to come to such a hasty conclusion.  I hope he will not find it hard to forgive me.”

“You did no more than he would have done in your place,” replied Juliet. “—­But,” she added, “where is the God of that poor animal, Mr. Drew?”

“I expect He’s taken him by this time,” answered the draper.  “But I must go and find the doctor.”