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THE CONFESSION OF A FOOL 183
my attention to the fact that the carpet belonged to
her.
’*
Take it away, then ; I never undertook to live in
a pig-sty."
The carpet remained where it was, but the dog was
watched more carefully ; my remonstrances had some
effect.
Nevertheless fresh catastrophes occurred.
In order to keep down our expenditure and save the
trouble and expense of a kitchen fire, we decided to have
a cold supper in the evening. Entering the kitchen acci-
dentally on one occasion, I was amazed to find a roaring
fire and the maid engaged in frying veal cutlets.
" Who are these cutlets for?
"
"For the dog, sir."
My wife joined us.
’’My dear girl
"
" Excuse me, I paid for them !
"
•’
But I have to be content with a cold supper ! I fare
worse than your dog. . . . And I, too, pay."
She paid !
Henceforth the dog was looked upon as a martyr.
Marie and a friend, a brand-new friend, adopted the habit
of worshipping the beast, which they had decorated with
a blue ribbon, behind locked doors. And the dear friend
heaved a sigh at the thought of so much human malice
incarnate in my detestable person.
An irrepressible hatred for this interloper who was
everywhere in my way, took possession of me. My wife,
with a down pillow and some blankets, made a bed for
it which obstructed my way whenever I wanted to say
good-morning or good-night to her. And on every
Saturday, the day I looked forward to through a week
of toil, counting on a pleasant evening with her alone
when, undisturbed, we could talk of the past and make
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