Shewaswatchingabrownspanielthathadrunoutofaside-path，andwaslookingtowardsthemwithliftednose，makingasoft，fluffybark。
Amanwithagunstrodeswiftly，softlyoutafterthedog，facingtheirwayasifabouttoattackthem；thenstoppedinstead，saluted，andwasturningdownhill。Itwasonlythenewgame-keeper，buthehadfrightenedConnie，heseemedtoemergewithsuchaswiftmenace。Thatwashowshehadseenhim，likethesuddenrushofathreatoutofnowhere。
Hewasamanindarkgreenvelveteensandgaiters……theoldstyle，witharedfaceandredmoustacheanddistanteyes。Hewasgoingquicklydownhill。
`Mellors!’calledClifford。
Themanfacedlightlyround，andsalutedwithaquicklittlegesture，asoldier!