They come, you don't know whence; they think and talk, you don't know what; they die, and you don't care, or vice versa.

They answer the bell for prayers as they answer the bell for coals: for exactly three minutes in the day you all kneel together on one carpet--and, the desires and petitions of the servants and masters over, the rite called family worship is ended.
Exeunt servants, save those two who warm the newspaper, administer the muffins, and serve out the tea.

Sir Brian reads his letters, and chumps his dry toast.

Ethel whispers to her mother, she thinks Eliza is looking very ill.

Lady Anne asks, which is Eliza?
Is it the woman that was ill before they left town?
If she is ill, Mrs.Trotter had better send her away.