Anecdotes About Dogs (Continued) 

 CHAPTER XX 



I have mentioned the " Warwick Shows " of days 

 gone by, and what charming re-unions they were. I 

 think the incident which follows must have been at the 

 first of them, for although I had known Mr. Nichols by 

 sight and name, I did not think I was known to him. 

 I remember I had reached Warwick in the afternoon, 

 engaged a bed at the Globe Hotel (where they told me 

 mine was a double bedded room, and I stipulated that 

 the other bed should not be occupied without my con- 

 sent), and went to the show, and meeting with many 

 friends there, it was late when I got back. I then found 

 Mr. Nichols waiting to see who I was, as it seemed 

 the other bed in my room was the only one unoccupied 

 in the town. I had not left my name, and the hotel 

 people's description did not enlighten him, but he said, 

 " Whoever it is, if he knows anything about dogs, or 

 doggy men, he will know me ! " and so it proved. We 

 had, as always afterwards whenever we met, a long 

 talk on subjects congenial to us both, and he secured 

 the " last bed of Warwick ! " 



Amongst the many weaknesses to which I plead 

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