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more than half suspect him of composing a volume<br />
of memoirs, scribbling feverishly at night in some<br />
remote gutter by <strong>the</strong> light of his own gleaming<br />
eyes. Alas, that such compositions should have<br />
been lost forever<br />
Don Pierrot never went to bed until I came home<br />
at night. I found him always waiting for me at<br />
<strong>the</strong> door, and he received me with enthusiasm, rub-<br />
bing himself against my legs, arching his back, and<br />
purring a loud welcome. Then he would stalk be-<br />
fore me like a groom of <strong>the</strong> chamber, prepared no<br />
doubt to carry my candle had I entrusted it to him.<br />
He slept on <strong>the</strong> headboard of my bed, perched<br />
safely like a bird on a bough; but in <strong>the</strong> early<br />
morning would descend from this lofty station, and<br />
lie patiently by my side until it was time to get up.<br />
On one point Pierrot was inflexible. Like <strong>the</strong><br />
concierge, he considered that midnight was quite<br />
late enough for me to be abroad. It so happened,<br />
however, that <strong>the</strong> little club known as <strong>the</strong> " Society<br />
of <strong>the</strong> Four Candles," because four candles in four<br />
silver candlesticks lit up <strong>the</strong> four corners of <strong>the</strong><br />
table, was formed about this time ; and our discus-<br />
sions were often so prolonged and so engrossing<br />
that, like Cinderella, we took no count of <strong>the</strong> hour.<br />
For several nights Pierrot waited up for me until<br />
two o'clock; <strong>the</strong>n, seriously concerned, he marked<br />
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