"No, monsieur, and only that because I happen at this moment to be in great need of five napoleons."
"Won't you take fifteen napoleons? I am sure the dog is worth fifteen napoleons."
"No, no, no, no; give me five napoleons, and he is yours."
"What do you call him?"
"Pyramus."
"Pyramus!" exclaimed the Englishman.
Pyramus did not budge.
"Oh," continued the Englishman, "what did you say you called him?"
"I said Pyramus."
"He did not stir when I called him."