There, he had done with her, and with Clover and Quodling and Gildersleeve, and all the rest of the puzzle.
As he suddenly entered the house Moggie ran to him up the kitchen stairs.
"There's been a gentleman for you, Mr.Gammon." "Oh! Who was it ?" "Mr.Greenacres, driving a trap, and the 'orse wouldn't stand still, and he said he'd see you some other time." "Greenacre, eh?
All right." He sat for a quarter of an hour in his bedroom, unable to decide how he should spend the rest of the day.

After all, perhaps, he ought not to have abandoned Polly so abruptly.

In her own way she had been doing him a kindness, and as for her temper, well, she couldn't help it.
He would go to Dulwich and see the bow-wows..