I went and found these two standing side by side.
"I believe you are Mr.Allan Quatermain," said the stout lady.

"Where is Mr.Scroope whom I understand you have brought home?
Tell me at once." Something about her appearance and fierce manner of address alarmed me so much that I could only answer feebly: "Below, madam, below." "There, my dear," said the stout lady to her companion, "I warned you to be prepared for the worst.

Bear up; do not make a scene before all these people.

The ways of Providence are just and inscrutable.

It is your own temper that was to blame.