Smith himself seemed to be still enraged, but the others looked depressed.

Indeed I heard the wife of his bosom say to him, "Calm yourself, my dear.

Remember that Providence knows what is best for us and that beggars on horseback are always unjust and ungrateful." To which her spouse replied, "Hold your infernal tongue, will you," and then began to rate the servants about the luggage.
Well, off they went.

Glaring through the door of the bus, Mr.Smith caught sight of me leaning out of the window, seeing which I waved my hand to him in adieu.

His only reply to this courtesy was to shake his fist, though whether at me or at the Castle and its inhabitants in general, I neither know nor care.
When I was quite sure that they had gone and were not coming back again to find something they had forgotten, I went downstairs and surprised a conclave between the butler, Moxley, and his satellites, reinforced by Lady Ragnall's maid and two other female servants.
"Gratuities!" Moxley was exclaiming, which I thought a fine word for tips, "not a smell of them! His gratuities were--'Damn your eyes, you fat bottle-washer,' being his name for butler.