The Count smiled, as if the feline had fulfilled one of his hopes; but Gali looked as offended as if he had been accused of smoking an inferior variety of hashberry.
"Monsieur," said Mme. de Villefaramir, rising, "is this house your habitual abode?"
"Non, madame; it is merely a little pied-à-terre I bought myself; I live at Champs-Valinorées, N° 30. But I see, madame, that you have recovered and wish to be on your way. I will order Gali, this boy who smells of tuna" - he smiled at the cat - "to attach the moumaques to my car and drive you home."
"I would not dare with those oliphants."
"Have no fear; under the hand of Gali, they will be as tame as Acefalot, the legendary equine seducer." And so it happened; for after Gali had fed them some narcotic fish, they were barely able to sustain a trot.
