All he did, however, was to remind me of the dinner.

I hobbled off to my army of waiters downstairs.
As I went out, Mr.Godfrey said, "Dear old Betteredge, I have the truest regard for him!" He was embracing his sisters, and ogling Miss Rachel, while he honoured me with that testimony of affection.

Something like a stock of love to draw on THERE! Mr.Franklin was a perfect savage by comparison with him.
At the end of half an hour, I presented myself, as directed, in my lady's room.
What passed between my mistress and me, on this occasion, was, in the main, a repetition of what had passed between Mr.Franklin and me at the Shivering Sand--with this difference, that I took care to keep my own counsel about the jugglers, seeing that nothing had happened to justify me in alarming my lady on this head.

When I received my dismissal, I could see that she took the blackest view possible of the Colonel's motives, and that she was bent on getting the Moonstone out of her daughter's possession at the first opportunity.
On my way back to my own part of the house, I was encountered by Mr.
Franklin.

He wanted to know if I had seen anything of his cousin Rachel.
I had seen nothing of her.