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Mouston's affection this evening became over-enthusiastic and threatening to fragile silks and laces. Gillian kissed the top of his head, shook solemnly an insistent paw, and put him on one side. She moved to the dressing table and inspected herself critically in the big mirror. She looked with grave amusement. Was that Gillian Locke?
"Indeed! so well, that I have not discovered and joined you?" "Yes; but how did you discover and join me?" "Stop a bit. I was going to tell you how. Do you imagine Mouston " "Ah! it was that fellow, Mouston," said Porthos, gathering up those two triumphant arches which served him for eyebrows. "But stop, I tell you it was no fault of Mouston's because he was ignorant of where you were."
It was odd to be alone, she missed the familiar black form lying on the hearth-rug, but tonight she could not bear even Mouston's presence, and Mary had taken a request to Yoshio, to whose room the dog had been banished from the studio, that he would keep him until the morning. A tap at the door and Miss Craven appeared, anxious and questioning.
"How! is there a house in the neighborhood?" asked D'Artagnan. "Yes, sir," replied Mousqueton. "Well, let us, as you say, go and ask a dinner from the master of that house. What is your opinion, gentlemen, and does not M. Mouston's suggestion appear to you full of sense?" "Oh!" said Aramis, "suppose the master is a Puritan?"
Had he come with any express intention, any confidence that had been thwarted by Mouston's stupid behaviour? She stifled a sigh of disappointment. He might never again be moved by the same impulse. With growing anxiety she noticed that his restlessness was greater even than usual.
"And now I have received an explanation of how it is that doorways are made too narrow, let us return to the subject of Mouston's fatness. But see how the two things apply to each other. I have always noticed that people's ideas run parallel. And so, observe this phenomenon, D'Artagnan. I was talking to you of Mouston, who is fat, and it led us on to Madame du Vallon " "Who was thin?" "Hum!
"Indeed! so well, that I have not discovered and joined you?" "Yes; but how did you discover and join me?" "Stop a bit. I was going to tell you how. Do you imagine Mouston " "Ah! it was that fellow, Mouston," said Porthos, gathering up those two triumphant arches which served him for eyebrows. "But stop, I tell you it was no fault of Mouston's because he was ignorant of where you were."
"Well, I had an idea, which would doubtless have proved a good one, but for Mouston's carelessness." D'Artagnan glanced at Mouston, who replied by a slight movement of his body, as if to say, "You will see whether I am at all to blame in all this."
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