Volume I Part 56 (1/2)

”Yes, it's Ami,” said Poucette; ”oh! I ain't afraid of him, nor Claudine either; he knows us well and he ain't a bit ugly! Don't be afraid, mesdames, he won't hurt you.”

The two friends gazed curiously at the dog, of whom they had already heard. Ami was of the Newfoundland breed, but seemed to have a trace of shepherd blood. His eyes indicated a degree of intelligence which many people deny to the Newfoundland, which, they claim, is good for nothing but to fish up a drowned man or save people from falling over a precipice, which, in our judgment, would be a sufficient proof of intelligence.--But in addition to these qualities, the dog from the Tower possessed all those of all other breeds; moreover, nature seemed to have endowed him with the gift of divination; for he would divine a given person's sentiments for his master, and his instinct never deceived him. He knew better than his master himself who were his friends and who his enemies. That extraordinary perspicacity--of which men are rarely possessed--proved that prodigies of intelligence may be found among dogs of the Newfoundland breed.

Generally speaking, there is no rule without an exception. Some people claim that men with low foreheads are deficient in wits, while a high forehead is the appanage of genius. We have known some very intellectual low foreheads, and some high ones behind which there was nothing but dense stupidity.

Ami was white, except for a few brown spots on his back, and one on top of his head. His tail ended in a large plume; his muzzle was broad, his ears of medium size, and his black eyes gleamed with extraordinary fire; they seemed to long to speak. He understood perfectly whatever was said to him and did whatever his master ordered, much better than most servants. Such was the dog that suddenly appeared in Guillot's field.

His appearance was so unexpected that Madame Dalmont, who was opening her purse at the moment, was unable to restrain a movement of alarm, and in that movement she dropped a two-franc piece from her purse. She had not discovered the loss when Ami picked the coin up with his teeth and placed it at her feet, as if to say:

”Take your money, which I have picked up for you.”

”Oh! the beautiful dog!” cried Agathe; ”see, dear, he picks up the coin you dropped and returns it to you!”

”That's so, on my word!” said Ledrux. ”I tell you, everybody wouldn't be as honest as he is! But, I say, as the dog's here, the master can't be far off.”

”No, no, Monsieur Paul isn't far away,” said Poucette; ”I see him coming over there toward the mill.”

”The owner of the Tower? Oh! where is he? show him to us!” cried the two friends almost at once.

”I don't see but what you're almost as curious as Madame Droguet!”

chuckled the gardener. ”But never you fear; you'll see my gentleman, and near to at that, for he'll certainly pa.s.s here on his way home.”

”Do you think he will pa.s.s by here?”

”Yes, madame,” said Poucette; ”Monsieur Paul is going across the bridge and home by way of Gournay. If he wasn't coming this way, his dog would have left us before this, sure.”

The two friends looked toward the mill and saw a man wearing a cap with a long vizor and dressed in hunting costume, with a gun over his shoulder, walking rapidly along the bank of the river.

”I thought that hunting was prohibited now,” said Honorine.

”Yes, madame,” said Poucette; ”but he don't hunt; he carries his gun as he would a cane. n.o.body says anything to him for that, because he's well known all about here now, and everybody knows he ain't a poacher.”

”He don't always carry his gun,” said little Claudine. ”Day before yesterday I met him by the Maison Rouge, and he didn't have anything in his hand but a stick.”

”He's coming nearer; you can see his face now.”

”None too well,” said Agathe; ”for my part, my dear, I can see nothing but his beard. Great heaven! what a beard! it's enough to frighten one!”

”Ami, there's your master; go after him.--Why, that's funny! he don't pay any attention to me; he seems to be all taken up with mamzelle!”

Ami, in fact, kept his eyes fixed on Agathe; he walked all about her as if to examine her on all sides, then returned to his place in front of her and gazed at her anew.

”Good dog! I have a good mind to pat you!” said Agathe; ”for it seems as if you were inviting me to, and as if you would like it; but I don't quite dare to risk it, I might mistake your intentions.”

”Oh! there's no danger, mamzelle,” said Poucette; ”it's plain enough that you've won Ami's heart! If he didn't like you, he'd growl so that you couldn't make a mistake; you can tell right away when he's in a bad humor.--Why, look! he's rubbing his head against you now! that's funny; I never saw him so friendly with anyone!”

”Perhaps mamzelle has something to eat about her,” said the gardener slyly.