There he is, by Sarah Burgess's table.

Mr.
Colton! Mr.Col--ton! Somebody wants ye!" "What in blazes did you yell like that for ?" protested the coachman, springing from the carriage.

"Stop it, d'ye hear ?" "You said you wanted him, didn't you?
Mr.Colton! Hi! Come here!" Colton came hurrying down to the gate, his daughter following more slowly.
"What's the matter ?" he asked.
The coachman touched his hat.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said; "this man started yelling before I could stop him.

I was coming to tell you.

Mrs.Colton says she's very nervous, sir, and please come home at once." Colton turned with a shrug to his daughter.