The second was a certain Mr dawks, who has not previously been mentioned in this narrative.
"I wonder why you want to marry me," she mused, fondling Mr dawks' ears.
"Good-bye, old man," she said to dawks, caressing the dog's long ears and unbecoming nose.
The house waited in breathless silence for Mr dawks' casting vote.
Mr dawks laboriously remounted the staircase and scratched delicately at his mistress's bedroom door.
Mr dawks, having arisen from his nightly resting-place outside Daphne Vereker's bedroom door, strolled downstairs to the study.
There was a tense silence, accentuated by the amiable thumping of dawks' tail.
Sir John made no comment, but gave no active support to the inclusion of Mr dawks in the party.
It was Mr dawks who really showed to the greatest advantage during the next half-hour.
But Mr. dawks concluded his paper with a courteous sentence, which was very well taken and applauded by the whole company.