"It's impossible to tell whether it's the butler or paterfamilias.
Yes, it's the butler, for he has taken off his coat and is looking at the flowers with the florist's assistant." B.G.

"And the florist's assistant is getting slated like one o'clock! The butler doesn't like the rum design over the piano; no more do I.
Whatever is the matter with them now ?" They were standing with their faces towards us, gesticulating wildly about something on the front wall of the drawing-room; a place quite hidden from our view.

They could not decide the matter, although the butler intimated that it would quite ruin the ball, while the assistant mopped his brow and threw all the blame on somebody else.

Nurse came in, and hated whatever it was the moment her eye fell on it.

She couldn't think how anybody could abide it, and was of the opinion that his ludship would have it down as soon as he arrived.
Our attention was now distracted by the fact that his ludship did arrive.