Phil knew this, and therefore used the title.
"What do you want to see him for ?" he asked, suspiciously.
"I want to ask him how he feels." "Yes, you can go in.

Tell him he must get up to-morrow.

The padrone will not let him spend his time in idleness." So Phil, having already his fiddle under his arm, entered the room where Giacomo lay.

The other occupants of the room had risen, and the little boy was lying on a hard pallet in the corner.

His eyes lighted up with joy as he saw Phil enter.
"I am glad it is you, Filippo," he said; "I thought it was the padrone, come to make me get up." "How do you feel this morning, Giacomo ?" "I do not feel well, Filippo.