"I'd rather not take this, sir, if you don't mind," he said a
little gruffly. "We'll send you in a proper bill in due course. You
needn't be afraid. The cat shall have every care, and of course, if
things should go wrong--you know what I mean--I'll at once give you a
telephone call. But, as far as I can tell, you're right, and it was just
fear for her young made her behave so." He turned to his wife. "Now then,
mother, you just get back to bed! I'll see to these gentlemen, and to
poor pussy."
They shook hands with Mrs. Trotman, and then the famous vet took them
down the trellised path and stood in the doorway till they got into the
car.
"I'm glad to have met you, Mr. Trotman," Radmore called out heartily.
"I'd like to come over here one day, and go over your place."
As they raced up towards the Downs, Radmore suddenly turned to Timmy:
"The more time goes on, the more it's borne in on me that there's nothing
like the old people of the old country." And as the boy, surprised, said
nothing for once, he went on, "I hope that the stock won't ever give
out."
"How d'you mean?"
"Well, take those two people, that man and woman. We get them out of
their warm, comfortable bed in the middle of the night, they knowing
nothing about us, except that we bring a cat which may be mad; and yet
they take it all in the day's work; they're civil, kindly, obliging--and
the man won't take money he hasn't earned! I call that splendid, Timmy.
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