"Sixteen hextras took on for it.

It's Miss Virtue's chance for lunch, sir: you wont have long to wait now." Here there was a rapid pattering of feet down the staircase.

Marmaduke started, and stood biting his lips as Mademoiselle Lalage, busy, hungry, and in haste, hurried towards the door.
"Come! Come on," she said impatiently to him, as she went out.

"Go and get a cab, will you.

I must have something to eat; and I have to get back sharp.