He was shocked out of his dignity.
"Why! Why, Miss Mabel!" he stammered, with almost human agitation.
"What--" A voice, a petulant female voice, called from the head of the stairs.
"Johnson," it quavered, "who is it?
Mabel, is that you ?" The library door flew open and Mr.Colton himself appeared.
"Eh?
What ?" he exclaimed.

"By George! Mabel, where have you been?
I have been raising heaven and earth to locate you.

The 'phone seems to be out of order and--Great Scott, girl! you're wet through.

Jenkins, what--?
Hey?
Why, it isn't Jenkins!" The fact that his daughter's escort was not the coachman had just dawned upon him.

He stared at me in irate bewilderment.