Order my horse, somebody, this minute!" During this tirade Lady Bassett's hands kept clutching, as if to stop it, and her eyes filled with horror.
Mr.Angelo came again to her rescue.

He affected to take it all as a matter of course, and told the servants they need not wait, Sir Charles was coming to himself by degrees, and the danger was all over.
But when the servants were gone he said to Lady Bassett, seriously, "I would not let any servant be about Sir Charles, except this one.

She is evidently attached to you.

Suppose we take him to his own room." He then made Mary Wells a signal, and they carried him upstairs.
Sir Charles talked all the while with pitiable vehemence.

Indeed, it was a continuous babble, like a brook.
Mary Wells was taking him into his own room, but Lady Bassett said, "No: into my room.