"We consider him quite a near neighbor of ours." Renewed anxiety showed itself in Lady Lydiard.

She looked round sharply at Isabel.

The girl's head was bent so low over the rough head of the dog that her face was almost entirely concealed from view.

So far as appearances went, she seemed to be entirely absorbed in fondling Tommie.
Lady Lydiard roused her with a tap of the green fan.
"Take Tommie out, Isabel, for a run in the garden," she said.

"He won't sit still much longer--and he may annoy Miss Pink.