A dog--old Carlo, Mr. Rivers' pointer, as I saw in a moment--was pushing the gate with his nose, and St. John himself leant upon it with folded arms; his brow knit, his gaze, grave almost to displeasure, fixed on me.
Egy kutya, a vén Carlo, Mr. Rivers vadászkutyája lökte be orrával a kertajtót. St. John pedig karba font kézzel az ajtónak dőlt.