“A poodle-dog,” replied the voice. “What a pretty creature! he is just snapping at a fly. Come here, poor fellow!”
The poodle gave an unearthly yell, and rushed between the legs of Monte-Christo, thereby nearly capsizing that extraordinary magician.
“Who else?” asked the Marquis.
“A tall man, with sandy-coloured hair. La, how funny!”
“What now?”
“I am laughing.”
“At what?”
“At his dress.”
“How is he dressed?”
“In a blue coat with gilt buttons, a white hat, and such odd scarlet-and-yellow trowsers!”