He never fails to give me a passing snarl." Hearing his voice, the dog did indeed commence growling discontentedly; but a touch from me silenced him.

The animal's declared enmity toward Ferrari surprised me--it was quite a new thing, as before my burial his behavior to him had been perfectly friendly.
"I have had a great deal to do with dogs in my time," I said, speaking in a deliberately composed voice.

"I have found their instinct marvelous; they generally seem to recognize at once the persons who are fond of their society.

This Wyvis of yours, contessa, has no doubt discovered that I have had many friends among his brethren, so that there is nothing strange in his making so much of me." The air of studied indifference with which I spoke, and the fact of my taking the exuberant delight of Wyvis as a matter of course, gradually reassured the plainly disturbed feelings of my two betrayers, for after a little pause the incident was passed over, and our conversation went on with pleasant and satisfactory smoothness.

Before my departure that evening, however, I offered to chain up the dog--"as, if I do this," I added, "I guarantee he will not disturb your night's rest by his howling." This suggestion met with approval, and Ferrari walked with me to show me where the kennel stood.