The poor animal had always been accustomed to going with them when Wilhelm and Pilar drove out, and now was preparing to jump into the vehicle, when he just escaped being crushed in the door.

Wilhelm stooped to give the puffing, affectionate creature a farewell pat.
"Monsieur should take him as a souvenir," said Auguste, with thinly-veiled sarcasm.

"Nobody will take any notice of him now, in any case." "You are quite right," said Wilhelm, and let the dog come in.

The fiacre moved off, and Auguste looked after it for a long time, as he whistled the latest popular air..