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My Lady's Money

Chapter 11
THE trim little maid-servant ran upstairs from her modest little kitchen, trembling
at the terrible prospect of having to open the door. Miss Pink, deafened by the
barking, had just time to say, "What a very ill-behaved dog!" when a sound of
small objects overthrown in the hall, and a scurrying of furious claws across the
oil-cloth, announced that Tommie had invaded the house. As the servant
appeared, introducing Lady Lydiard, the dog ran in. He made one frantic leap at
Isabel, which would certainly have knocked her down but for the chair that
happened to be standing behind her. Received on her lap, the faithful creature
half smothered her with his caresses. He barked, he shrieked, in his joy at seeing
her again. 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.
 
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