I walked with them across the pavement and opened the carriage door.
"Goodnight, Mr. Asticot," said Madame la Comtesse holding out her hand.
Paragot looked from me to her, shrugged his shoulders and followed her into the carriage. My master had many English attributes, but in the shrug, the pantomime of Kismet, he was exclusively French.
CHAPTER XII
"Mais dis donc, Asticot," said Blanquette holding a half egg-shell in each hand while the yolk and white fell into the bowl, "who was the lady that came last night and wanted to see the Master?"
"You had better ask him," said I.
"I have done so, but he will not tell me."
"What did he say?"
"He told me to ask the serpent. I don't know what he meant," said Blanquette.