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-- ` A quarrel ? ' hazarded Godefroid . -- ` No . ' -- At four o'clock the women took flight for the Bois de Boulogne ; Rastignac stayed in the room and looked out of the window , fixing his melancholy gaze upon Toby Joby Paddy , who stood , his arms crossed in Napoleonic fashion , audaciously posted in front of Beaudenord 's cab horse . The child could only control the animal with his shrill little voice , but the horse was afraid of Joby Toby . ``` Well , ' began Godefroid , ` what is the matter with you , my dear fellow ? You look gloomy and anxious ; your gaiety is forced .