There was nothing to do but wait--and he waited.
Six-thirty was the usual dinner hour.

It passed.

Seven o'clock struck, then eight, and still Captain Elisha sat alone in the library.

The cook sent word that the dinner was ruined.

Edwards respectfully asked, "What shall I do, sir ?" twice, the second time being sent flying with an order to "Go for'ard and keep your hatches closed!" The nautical phraseology was lost upon the butler, but the tone and manner of delivery were quite understandable.
Several times the captain rose from his chair to telephone the Dunn house and ask the reason for delay.