"Yes," he said. "I adore my regiment. I love my work. I have always wanted to see colonial service."
"Have you? It is delightful to find one's ambitions and desires satisfied," said Miss Redmond. "I have always longed to see the desert. It must be beautiful. Of course you are going to take Pitchouné?"
"Ah!" exclaimed Sabron, "that is just what I am not going to do."
"What!" she cried. "You are never going to leave that darling dog behind you?"
"I must, unfortunately. My superior officers do not allow me to take horses or dogs, or even my servant."
"Heavens!" she exclaimed. "What brutes they are! Why, Pitchouné will die of a broken heart." Then she said: "You are leaving him with your man servant?"
Sabron shook his head.
"Brunet would not be able to keep him."
"Ah!" she breathed. "He is looking for a home? Is he? If so, would you ... might I take care of Pitchouné?"
The Frenchman impulsively put out his hand, and she laid her own in it.