He would call on Lady Mab Grex and ask her advice.

He felt so disconsolate and insufficient for himself that he wanted advice from someone whom he could trust.
He found Tifto, Dolly Longstaff, and one or two others at the stables, from whence it was intended that the drag should start.

They were waiting, and rather angry because they had been kept waiting.
But the news, when it came, was very sad indeed.

"You wouldn't mind taking the team down and back yourself; would you, Dolly ?" he said to Longstaff.
"You aren't going!" said Dolly, assuming a look of much heroic horror.
"No;--I am not going to-day." "What's up ?" asked Popplecourt.
"That's rather sudden; isn't it ?" asked the Major.
"Well; yes; I suppose it is sudden." "It's throwing us over a little, isn't it ?" "Not that I see.

You've got the trap and the horses." "Yes;--we've got the trap and the horses," said Dolly, "and I vote we make a start." "As you are not going yourself, perhaps I'd better drive your horses," said Tifto.
"Dolly will take the team," said his Lordship.
"Yes;--decidedly.