Still smiling, and with a friendly
look on his face, the priest came out of his garden and approached the
playmates.
"Good morning, M'sieur," he said politely, raising his hat. "I see you
like dogs."
Androvsky lifted himself up, leaving Bous-Bous in a prayerful attitude,
his paws raised devoutly towards the heavens. When he saw that it was
the priest who had addressed him his face changed, hardened to grimness,
and his lips trembled slightly.
"That's my little dog," the priest continued in a gentle voice. "He has
evidently taken a great fancy to you."
Batouch was watching Androvsky under the arcade, and noted the sudden
change in his expression and his whole bearing.
"I--I did not know he was your dog, Monsieur, or I should not have
interfered with him," said Androvsky.
Bous-Bous jumped up against his leg. He pushed the little dog rather
roughly away and stepped back to the arcade. The priest looked puzzled
and slightly hurt. At this moment the soft thud of horse's hoofs was
audible on the road and Domini came cantering back to the hotel. Her
eyes were sparkling, her face was radiant.
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