Pitchouné swallowed, got the drink down. gave a feeble yelp, and closed his eyes. When he opened them the glazed look had gone. 

 The officer hurried into his evening clothes and ordered Brunet, as he tied his cravat, to feed the puppy a little of the stimulant every hour until he should return. Pitchouné's eyes, now open, followed his handsome master to the door. As Sabron opened it he gave a pathetic yelp which made the capitaine turn about. 

 "Believe me, mon Capitaine," said the ordonnance with melancholy fatality, "it is no use. If I am left with Pitchouné it will be to see him die. I know his spirit, mon Capitaine. He lives for you alone." 

 "Nonsense," said the young officer impatiently, drawing on his gloves. 

 Pitchouné gave a plaintive wail from the bandages and tried to stir. 

 "As for feeding him, mon Capitaine," the ordonnance threw up his hands, "he will be stiff by the time..." 

 But Sabron was half-way down the stairs. The door was open, and on the porch he heard distinctly a third tenderly pathetic wail. 

 * * * * * * * 

 That evening the Marquise d'Esclignac read aloud to her niece the news that the Count de Sabron was not coming to dinner. He was "absolutely desolated" and had no words to express his regret and disappointment. The pleasure of dining with them both, a pleasure to which he had looked forward for a fortnight, must be renounced because he was obliged to sit up with a very sick friend, as there was no one else to take his place. In expressing his undying devotion and his renewed excuses he put his homage at their feet and kissed their hands. 

 The Marquise d'Esclignac, wearing another very beautiful dress, looked up at her niece, who was playing at the piano. 

 "A very poor excuse, my dear Julia, and a very late one." 

 "It sounds true, however. I believe him, don't you, ma tante?" 

 "I do not," said the marquise emphatically. "A Frenchman of good education is not supposed to refuse a dinner invitation an hour before he is expected. Nothing but a case of life and death would excuse it." 

 "He says a Very sick friend.'" 

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