I rose and, towering over him, was about to lecture him severely on his impertinent interference, when the sight of his scared face made me turn away with a laugh.

What would be the use of reproaching him?
He would only sit down on the floor and weep.

So I paced the room, while he followed me with his eyes like an uncertain spaniel.
"Look here, Professor," said I at last.

"Now that you've found Captain Vauvenarde, brought Madame Brandt and him together, and told me that she is in love with me, don't you think you've done enough?
Don't you think your cats need your attention?
Something terrible may be happening to them.

I dreamed last night," I added with desperate mendacity, "that they were turned into woolly lambs." "Monsieur," said the dwarf loftily, "my duty is here.