"Yes." He smiles fondly at the dogs, and then more thoughtfully. "Well--Lady, certainly. She's, she's a dog that likes to run all about and start half a dozen different hares at once. Hector wouldn't mind a city, I think. Even a place like Paris. He likes a walk, but he likes just as much to, to nap on my feet while I work."

It's Feuilly's turn to bend down and pat the old hound, a fond ear-rub. And then of course patting for Lady, who has wiggled herself frantically out of anything like a sit. "Yes, he's a quiet sensible companion."