But the arrival of Fabrice, the Board of passive obedience was occupied by hundreds of enormous rats fled in all directions. The dog, a sort of spaniel crossed with a fox English was not good, but however he was very alert. He had been attached to the pavement-stone below the floor of the chamber of wood, but when he felt the rats spend close to him he made such extraordinary efforts he managed to remove the head her necklace, so this battle happened admirable and whose noise awoke Fabrice launched in the least sad reveries. The rats were able to escape the first bite, taking refuge in the wooden room, the dog went after them the six steps leading from the pavement stone hut Fabrice. Then began a terrible noise much more: the cabin was shaken to its foundations. Fabrizio laughed like crazy and crying with laughter: the jailer Grillo, no less a laugh, had closed the door, the dog, chasing rats, was hampered by no furniture, because the room was absolutely bare, and he n ‘There was to interfere with the dog leaps a hunter iron stove in the corner. When the dog had triumphed over all his enemies, Fabrizio called him, caressed him, managed to please him: “If it ever sees me jumping over a wall, he said, he will not bark.” But this refined policy had a claim on his part: in the state of mind where he was, he found happiness playing with this dog. By a quirk that it reflected point, a secret joy reigned in the depths of his soul.