“Precisely, yet Pistache has more philosophy in his composition than half the philosophers. You despise him because he is a poodle and plays antics, just as you despise me because I am a man who has played the fool. Yet Madame de Chartres does not look on Pistache as a bag of tricks covered with fur, for she believes—so she told me—that Pistache has a soul, and the woman whom I am going to marry does not look on me as a fool, simply because she loves me. “Believe me, Chartres, the only people who really understand dogs and men—are women.” THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Presentation, by Henry De Vere Stacpoole