"Hurt him, indeed! Mr.Hardyman bled the brute--" "Brute ?" Isabel reiterated, with flashing eyes.

"I know some people, Mr.
Moody, who really deserve to be called by that horrid word.

If you can't say 'Tommie,' when you speak of him in my presence, be so good as to say 'the dog.'" Moody yielded with the worst possible grace.

"Oh, very well! Mr.
Hardyman bled the dog, and brought him to his senses directly.

I am charged to tell you--" He stopped, as if the message which he was instructed to deliver was in the last degree distasteful to him.
"Well, what were you charged to tell me ?" "I was to say that Mr.Hardyman will give you instructions how to treat the dog for the future." Isabel hastened to the door, eager to receive her instructions.