Tasso was usually timed for five minutes.  They were astonished to discover by the clock, that they had given him ten.  He was very quiet:  if so, and for whatever he did, he had his reason, they said:  he was a dog endowed with reason:  endowed—­and how they wished that Mr. Stuart Rem would admit it!—­with, their love of the little dog believed (and Mr. Posterley acquiesced), a soul.  Do but think it of dear animals, and any form of cruelty to them becomes an impossibility, Mr. Stuart Rem!  But he would not be convinced:  ungenerously indeed he named Mr. Posterley a courtier.  The ladies could have retorted, that Mr. Posterley had not a brother who was the celebrated surgeon Sir Nicholas Rem.

Usually Tasso came running in when the hall-door was opened to him.  Not a sound of him could be heard.  The ladies blew his familiar whistle.  He trotted back to a third appeal, and was, unfortunately for them, not caressed; he received reproaches from two forefingers directed straight at his reason.  He saw it and felt it.  The hug of him was deferred to the tender good-night to him in his basket at the foot of the ladies’ beds.

On entering their spacious bed-chamber, they were so fatigued that sleep appeared to their minds the compensating logical deduction.  Miss Dorothea suppressed a yawn, and inflicted it upon Miss Virginia, who returned it, with an apology, and immediately had her sister’s hand on her shoulder, for, an attempted control of one of the irresistibles; a specacle imparting bitter shudders and shots to the sympathetic jawbones of an observer.  Hand at mouth, for not in privacy would they have been guilty of exposing a grimace, they signified, under an interim smile, their maidenly submission to the ridiculous force of nature:  after which, Miss Virginia retired to the dressing-room, absorbed in woeful recollection of the resolute No they had been compelled to reiterate, in response to the most eloquent and, saving for a single instance, admirable man, their cousin, the representative of ‘the blood,’ supplicating them.  A recreant thankfulness coiled within her bosom at the thought, that Dorothea, true to her office of speaker, had tasked herself with the cruel utterance and repetition of the word.  Victor’s wonderful eyes, his voice, yet more than his urgent pleas; and also, in the midst of his fiery flood of speech, his gentleness, his patience, pathos, and a man’s tone through it all; were present to her.

Disrobed, she knocked at the door.

‘I have called to you twice,’ Dorothea said; and she looked a motive for the call.

‘What is it?’ said Virginia, with faltering sweetness, with a terrible divination.

The movement of a sigh was made.  ‘Are you aware of anything, dear?’

Virginia was taken with the contrary movement of a sniff.  But the fear informing it prevented it from being venturesome.  Doubt of the pure atmosphere of their bed-chamber, appeared to her as too heretic even for the positive essay.  In affirming, that she was not aware of anything, her sight fell on Tasso.  His eyeballs were those of a little dog that has been awfully questioned.