Joly trips anyway, grabbing Bossuet's arm against a fall, and laughing in a way that suggests a certain boost even to his own good spirits. " Too late! Too late! --Oh, you're making a habit of warning me late, letting me fall into perilous clutches, it's too bad-- oh, it's Feuilly!" A delightful surprising discovery!
"FEUILLY, HELLOOOOO FEUILLY! Oh , it's the dogs. Well--well they're good dogs! Good dogs. Not like some dogs we have met. I'm sure Feuilly wouldn't keep dogs like them. Feuilly, you wouldn't keep dogs who asked very unpleasant questions and ate your dinner away, would you?"