In an instant she was back.
"Miss Dane's not up yet, and says she doesn't expect to be for some time.

She says you'd better not wait for her, as you will very likely be painfully hungry if you do." "I thought so," remarked Mrs.Carl, shortly.
Mr.Walraven bit his lip, the baronet looked like a thundercloud, but both took their places.

To all but the mistress of the mansion the breakfast business was a dead failure.

Mrs.Carl ate with a very good appetite, finished her meal, arose, rang the bell, and ordered the carriage to be ready in an hour.
The gentlemen adjourned to the library to smoke and wait.

The hour elapsed.