"We don't talk to the English like that, Antonio,--not even the smallest and weakest of them.

Let's have a look at this specimen--with your permission!" He bent over the huddled figure.

"Hold up your head, boy! Let me see you!" There was no movement to obey, and he laid a hand upon the quivering shoulder and felt it shrink away convulsively.
"I believe you've damaged him," he said, bending lower.

"Here, Tommy! Hold up your head! Don't be afraid! It's a friend." But the narrow figure only sank down a little lower under his hand.
"His name is Toby," said Antonio with acidity.

"A dog's name, milord, and it fits him well.