Of course Bossuet's fussing over a dog. Dear Bossuet. Joly's smile is born of years of fondness and enormous amounts of alcohol.
And then he remembers--"A cat! Feuilly, we were looking for a cat-- maybe you've seen her? Oh, she was a pretty little thing, all pink and gold stripes-- no, no, don't look at me like that, I'm not drunk-- I mean,I am certainly drunk." Joly announces this with great seriousness and confidentiality before drawing back to look around the grounds. "But she really was pink and gold, and we were going to try to talk to her, but she went off--" He gestures to the woods "--that way. So we did too, you know! Poor little thing, we didn't want to leave her to face the forest alone if she was lost! You know what sort of horrible creatures are in the woods here."
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Date: 2016-03-10 03:02 am (UTC)And then he remembers--"A cat! Feuilly, we were looking for a cat-- maybe you've seen her? Oh, she was a pretty little thing, all pink and gold stripes-- no, no, don't look at me like that, I'm not drunk-- I mean,I am certainly drunk." Joly announces this with great seriousness and confidentiality before drawing back to look around the grounds. "But she really was pink and gold, and we were going to try to talk to her, but she went off--" He gestures to the woods "--that way. So we did too, you know! Poor little thing, we didn't want to leave her to face the forest alone if she was lost! You know what sort of horrible creatures are in the woods here."