Feuilly is giving them a tolerant look, easily read as "You two are drunk idiots, but I like you anyway," to which Lesgle nods. "He would not, he would not. These are only Hector and Andromache--"

"Lady."

"--Lady, ordinary faithful hounds. Yes you are, yes you are, who's a good girl? Yes, it's you!"

Joly may need to take over the narrative for a moment; Bossuet is fussing over a dog.