"It's two hours past dinner time now, and I'm almost famished.
We'll have a famous dinner.

Come, cousin," said he, addressing Dorothy.
"We'll have kidneys and tripe and--" "We do not want dinner," said Dorothy.

"We must return home at once.

Sir Malcolm, will you order Dawson to bring out the coach ?" We went to the inn parlor, and I, loath to do so, left the ladies with Stanley and his horse-boy friend while I sought Dawson for the purpose of telling him to fetch the coach with all haste.
"We have not dined," said the forester.
"We shall not dine," I answered.

"Fetch the coach with all the haste you can make." The bystanders in the tap-room were listening, and I continued, "A storm is brewing, and we must hasten home." True enough, a storm was brewing.
When I left Dawson, I hurriedly found John and told him we were preparing to leave the inn, and that we would expect him to overtake us on the road to Rowsley.
I returned to the ladies in the parlor and found them standing near the window.