'Come here, Copper,' said Margaret.
The dog slowly slunk up to them, and with a terrified expression crouched
at Margaret's feet.
'What on earth's the matter with you?' she asked.
'He's frightened of me,' said Haddo, with that harsh laugh of his, which
gave such an unpleasant impression.
'Nonsense!'
Dr Porhoet bent down, stroked the dog's back, and shook its paw. Margaret
lifted it up and set it on a table.
'Now, be good,' she said, with lifted finger.
Dr Porhoet with a smile went out, and Arthur shut the door behind him.
Suddenly, as though evil had entered into it, the terrier sprang at
Oliver Haddo and fixed its teeth in his hand. Haddo uttered a cry, and,
shaking it off, gave it a savage kick. The dog rolled over with a loud
bark that was almost a scream of pain, and lay still for a moment as if
it were desperately hurt. Margaret cried out with horror and indignation.
A fierce rage on a sudden seized Arthur so that he scarcely knew what he
was about. The wretched brute's suffering, Margaret's terror, his own
instinctive hatred of the man, were joined together in frenzied passion.
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