46 "HIGH LIFE."
the housekeeper's room or the butler's pantry, on terms of
equality, than I daresay you and I, my reader, would dream
of doing, if we were, like Carlo, not so much the servant
as the privileged member of an earl's family. But Carlo
was such a gentlemanly dog, as my lady had said, that he was
incapable of arrogance, far less insolence. His manner was,
like that of Queen Charlotte when she curtseyed to her
humblest maid-servant, or of King George when he took off
his hat to the gentlemen of his band, always gracious and
affable.
 My lord and my lady had a great partiality for Carlo. My
lord would take him for a walk when the dog's master was not
at home. My lady would encourage him to sit with her in her
morning-room, where she conducted her correspondence, and
to glide after her in her conservatory and flower-garden, where
she gathered flowers, and played at being a gardener in a big
apron and gauntlet gloves, wielding shears for the destruction
of dead leaves and twigs.
 Carlo was introduced into the family picture which a great
artist from London came down to the castle to paint. The
dog had been painted several times before, and photographed
on occasions without number-with De Vaux on his pony,
with my lady standing on the terrace, or entering the family's
almshouses; but it was the first time that Carlo had been put
on the same canvas with the head of the house, and in a
picture which was destined to be one of the great works of
the generation, secured for the castle. My lord, who himself
dabbled in art, likened the introduction of Carlo into the piece
to the use made of the white greyhound by Rubens in the
" Arundel Family," and to the similar employment of a dog,