Little Byron 167 



visited upon him so unmercifully, became to him but 

 an evil dream or an indistinct memory. 



But he did not quite forget. One day, while 

 walking in the Park with his beloved master, they 

 met a lady, richly dressed, who bowed pleasantly to 

 the gentleman, but gave a start of surprise at sight 

 of little Byron. She called him by name ; but the 

 dog shrank from her in affright. 



'What, do you know him?' asked the gentleman. 



4 Oh, yes, we are old friends, are n't we, Byron ? ' 

 replied the lady. 



But Byron told no tales. 



How fortunate it may sometimes be for people 

 that their ' dumb companions ' are dumb indeed ! 



