It is true enough," turning to me as she spoke, "Wyvis has taken a great dislike to Signor Ferrari--and yet he is a good-natured dog, and plays with my little girl all day if she goes to him.

Do you feel inclined to see him?
Yes ?" And, as I bowed in the affirmative, she rang a little bell twice, and the butler appeared.
"Giacomo," she continued, "unloose Wyvis and send him here." Giacomo gave me another of those timid questioning glances, and departed to execute his order.

In another five minutes, the howling had suddenly ceased, a long, lithe, black, shadowy creature came leaping wildly across the moonlighted lawn--Wyvis was racing at full speed.

He paid no heed to his mistress or Ferrari; he rushed straight to me with a yelp of joy.

His huge tail wagged incessantly, he panted thirstily with excitement, he frisked round and round my chair, he abased himself and kissed my feet and hands, he rubbed his stately head fondly against my knee.