"I came at the very earliest moment." "What's going on on the first floor ?" "The lady is in a great hurry, sir.

She is going away, sir.

She has been taking a hasty meal, and her carriage is ordered to be round at the door this very minute.

And all the luggage had to be carried down, and--" I walked to the window, and, putting my head out, saw a closed carriage, with four trunks and some smaller packages on the roof, standing at the door.
"Where are they going ?" I asked, turning round.
The waiter was gone! A bell ringing violently from below explained his disappearance, but did not soothe my annoyance.

I rang my bell very forcibly again: the action was a welcome vent for my temper.