"I went down with 'em to once.

When there's a hubbub on in the kitchen I'm only too glad to clear out." For once Dr.Trenire did not appear particularly pleased with his assiduity, and Kitty turned dejectedly away.

The letter, the fatal letter, was gone, her hopes were ended, fate was too strong for them.
And to add to her trouble there had been a hubbub in the kitchen, which meant a quarrel.

Oh dear, what could be the matter now?
Emily was in a bad temper again, she supposed.

Emily generally was.
As she went up to her room to change she met Emily coming down, and whatever else she might be in doubt about, she was in none as to the signs on Emily's face.