Did the dog take to your calves?
Well, never mind; he has no teeth.

It was only day before yesterday that the Marshal swore he'd have the dog shot.

Poor dog! He is growing blind, too, or he'd never have risked his gums on the Marshal, who is all shins.

If you will wait I will fetch you one of the archbishop's skull caps." "Don't trouble yourself," laughed Maurice.

"What I need is not a hat, but a towel, and I'll get that at the hotel.