nearly midnight before
Narcisse sat placidly by , with his tongue out , eyeing his master ironically . `` You are the man , '' his glance implied , `` who said that nothing happens here . '' I have known many dogs in my life , but never so mocking and cynical a dog as Narcisse . * * * * * It was nearly midnight before my master and I sat down again outside the café . The intervening hours had been spent in journeying to and from the nearest village , and obtaining the necessary services of doctor and curé . My master was smoking his porcelain pipe , as usual , but strangely silent . A faint circle of light came from the open ground-floor window of the café .