"Then that must be what his telegram was about. He's just wired, asking
me to bring down an Irish water spaniel. A Christmas present for this
girl, no doubt."
"Probably. Katherine tells me he seems to be infatuated with her. She
says he follows her about like one of her dogs, looking like a tame cat
and bleating like a sheep."
"Quite the private zoo, what?"
"Bertie," said Aunt Dahlia, and I could see her generous nature was
stirred to its depths, "one more crack like that out of you, and I
shall forget that I am an aunt and hand you one."