He jumped off her lap and tore round and round the room at the top of his speed; and every time he passed Miss Pink he showed the whole range of his teeth and snarled ferociously at her ankles.

Having at last exhausted his superfluous energy, he leaped back again on Isabel's lap, with his tongue quivering in his open mouth--his tail wagging softly, and his eye on Miss Pink, inquiring how she liked a dog in her drawing-room! "I hope my dog has not disturbed you, ma'am ?" said Lady Lydiard, advancing from the mat at the doorway, on which she had patiently waited until the raptures of Tommie subsided into repose.
Miss Pink, trembling between terror and indignation, acknowledged Lady Lydiard's polite inquiry by a ceremonious bow, and an answer which administered by implication a dignified reproof.

"Your Ladyship's dog does not appear to be a very well-trained animal," the ex-schoolmistress remarked.
"Well trained ?" Lady Lydiard repeated, as if the expression was perfectly unintelligible to her.

"I don't think you have had much experience of dogs, ma'am." She turned to Isabel, and embraced her tenderly.

"Give me a kiss, my dear--you don't know how wretched I have been since you left me." She looked back again at Miss Pink.