"I am going into my house." The red pupils of his eyes no longer imitated the triumph and brilliance of the ruby, they flashed mournful and troubled glances.

His countenance had lost its happy fulness.

His shining head was no longer pleasant to the sight; perspiration and inflamed blotches bad altered its inestimable perfection.
"I don't understand," said Agaric.
"It is easy enough to understand.

You see the consequences of your plot.
Although a multitude of laws are directed against me I have managed to elude the greater number of them.

Some, however, have struck me.