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"
Oh
,
why
?
"
said
Sir
James
,
as
they
walked
forward
.
"
I
believe
all
the
petting
that
is
given
them
does
not
make
them
happy
.
They
are
too
helpless
:
their
lives
are
too
frail
.
A
weasel
or
a
mouse
that
gets
its
own
living
is
more
interesting
.
I
like
to
think
that
the
animals
about
us
have
souls
something
like
our
own
,
and
either
carry
on
their
own
little
affairs
or
can
be
companions
to
us
,
like
Monk
here
.
Those
creatures
are
parasitic
.
"
"
I
am
so
glad
I
know
that
you
do
not
like
them
,
"
said
good
Sir
James
.
"
I
should
never
keep
them
for
myself
,
but
ladies
usually
are
fond
of
these
Maltese
dogs
.
Here
,
John
,
take
this
dog
,
will
you
?
"
The
objectionable
puppy
,
whose
nose
and
eyes
were
equally
black
and
expressive
,
was
thus
got
rid
of
,
since
Miss
Brooke
decided
that
it
had
better
not
have
been
born
.
But
she
felt
it
necessary
to
explain
.
"
You
must
not
judge
of
Celia
’
s
feeling
from
mine
.
I
think
she
likes
these
small
pets
.
She
had
a
tiny
terrier
once
,
which
she
was
very
fond
of
.
It
made
me
unhappy
,
because
I
was
afraid
of
treading
on
it
.
I
am
rather
short
-
sighted
.
"
"
You
have
your
own
opinion
about
everything
,
Miss
Brooke
,
and
it
is
always
a
good
opinion
.
"
What
answer
was
possible
to
such
stupid
complimenting
?
"
Do
you
know
,
I
envy
you
that
,
"
Sir
James
said
,
as
they
continued
walking
at
the
rather
brisk
pace
set
by
Dorothea
.
"
I
don
’
t
quite
understand
what
you
mean
.
"
