FROM THE "SPECTATOR." 233 



as I could wish. With this meek and useful 

 animal Wow contracted a friendship regarded 

 by his master as a proof of his amiability and 

 condescension. (In my capacity of narrator 

 I am compelled to use the latter somewhat 

 injurious term as a private individual with 

 an undying recollection, I repudiate it). But 

 the single-minded Q.C. had something to 

 learn of the four-footed exile from the Far 

 East concerning this intimacy. Coming into 

 his study one day at an unusual hour, he saw 

 the cat I do not know her name, I am 

 afraid she has not one stealthily depositing 

 a bone behind a curtain. Presently she went 

 downstairs, and returned with a second bone, 

 which she conveyed to the same place of 

 concealment, whence proceeded a gentle 

 rustling and whisking, suggestive of the 

 presence of Wow, whose house, or pagoda, 

 was empty. Then arose the Q.C., and 

 cautiously peeped behind the curtain, where 

 he beheld Wow and his humble friend 

 amicably discussing their respective bones, 

 Wow's being the bigger and the meatier of 

 the two. 



