with him had given him, perhaps 

 by antiphrasis, the startling name 

 of Pelleas. Why rechristen him? 

 For how can a poor dog, loving, 

 devoted, faithful, disgrace the 

 name of a man or an imaginary 

 hero? 



Pelleas had a great bulging, 

 powerful forehead, like that of 

 Socrates or Verlaine; and, under 

 a little black nose, blunt as a churl- 

 ish assent, a pair of large hanging 

 and symmetrical chops, which 

 made his head a sort of massive, 

 obstinate, pensive and three-cor- 





