She had been much upset that morning, on the little walk with Paul, to see a magpie flying off from the lake with a frog in its beak. ‘Do you think the frog knew what was happening? Do you think animals suffer as we do?’ ‘Who can say?’ said Peter. ‘But for myself I believe with Shakespeare that “the poor beetle that we tread upon in corporal sufferance feels a pang as great as when a giant dies”.’ ‘Why can’t the animals all be good to each other and live at peace?’ said Dora, twirling the parasol. ‘Why can’t human beings?’ said Michael to Toby, who was walking beside him.
