"There ye go again," said he, and he went angrily to the door.

This time it was Hunsdon, who was in a desperate hurry to see his master.
"Where is Sir Charles Pomander, my honest fellow ?" said he.
"In the garden, my Jack-a-dandy!" said Burdock, furiously.
("Honest fellow," among servants, implies some moral inferiority.) In the garden went Hunsdon.

His master--all whose senses were playing sentinel--saw him, and left the company to meet him.
"She is in the house, sir." "Good! Go--vanish!" Sir Charles looked into the banquet-room; the haunch was being placed on the table.

He returned with the information.

He burned to bring husband and wife together; he counted each second lost that postponed this (to him) thrilling joy.