'Perhaps he loved her better than I.'
As I spoke I heard a sob at my feet. A man I had not seen took hold of
my hand and kissed it, and I felt it wet with tears.
'Who are you?' I asked.
'He has been here all the night,' said Fabio.
'He was my master and I loved him,' replied the kneeling figure in a
broken voice. 'I thank you that you do not cast him out like a dog.'