Coelebs by Ethel Mills

When Mr Musgrave entered the yard on the following morning, from force of habit rather than in the expectation of finding Diogenes there, it was to discover Diogenes in his kennel, for all the world as though he had never absented himself in the interval.

Diogenes' welcome of Mr Musgrave was almost as effusive as his greeting of Peggy on the previous evening; he was beginning to realise his position as a dog with two homes and a divided allegiance. Doubtless were he received back at the Hall he would on occasion find his way to Mr Musgrave's home as a matter of course. There were many things in Mr Musgrave's home that Diogenes approved of. He approved of Martha's attentions in the matter of table delicacies, and he appreciated the thick skin rug before the fire in Mr Musgrave's drawing-room; but the kennel and the chain were indignities against which he felt constrained to protest.