"Very sorry.

The omnibus was a little out of order--the springs, Sir Nigel--and I thought----" "You thought!" was the heated interruption.

"What right had you to think, damn it! You are not paid to think, you are paid to do your work properly.

Here are a lot of damned boxes which ought to go with us and--where's your maid ?" wheeling round upon his wife.
Rosalie turned towards the woman, who was approaching from the waiting room.
"Hannah," she said timorously.
"Drop those confounded bundles," ordered Sir Nigel, "and show James the boxes her ladyship is obliged to have this evening.

Be quick about it and don't pick out half a dozen.