"He 's a Florentine.

The dogs in Florence are handsomer than the people." And on Rowland's caressing him: "His name is Stenterello," she added.

"Stenterello, give your hand to the gentleman." This order was given in Italian.

"Say buon giorno a lei." Stenterello thrust out his paw and gave four short, shrill barks; upon which the elder lady turned round and raised her forefinger.
"My dear, my dear, remember where you are! Excuse my foolish child," she added, turning to Roderick with an agreeable smile.

"She can think of nothing but her poodle." "I am teaching him to talk for me," the young girl went on, without heeding her mother; "to say little things in society.