HE was much liked by Bennett’s friends, he paid his calls upon them with a polite regularity, and always knew where to find a late dinner — for he was a bit of a gourmet — when there happened to be none at his own house. There was, however, one of his master’s best friends of whom he lived in terror. When Bennett came home from a concert, Pug would rush to the front door to meet him; but if Joachim,* with violin-case in hand, also appeared on the threshold, he instantly turned tail and made a bolt for the kitchen. After supper, Joachim would go to the top of the kitchen-stairs and begin to play, while poor Pug’s pathetic howls would respond from the furthermost recesses of the basement. But the criticism was acute in more senses than one, for Pug paid very little attention to violinists of a less exalted order. The king of them could alone make him crouch.