I'll call again to-morrow morning and look at the dog as early as eleven o'clock, if you will allow me.

Later in the day I must be off to France to attend a sale of horses.

Glad to have been of any use to your Ladyship, I am sure.
Good-morning." Lady Lydiard let him go, wisely resigning any further attempt to establish an understanding between her visitor and herself.
"He is either a person of very limited intelligence when he is away from his stables," she thought, "or he deliberately declines to take a plain hint when it is given to him.

I can't drop his acquaintance, on Tommie's account.

The only other alternative is to keep Isabel out of his way.