To make the story short, she rang her own call-bell for two hours, no other maid condescending to notice the call, which speaks volumes for the almost martial system of the hotel.

The bell was opposite the narrator's door.
Is it, therefore, surprising that he required a great deal of time to tell all that he felt?
It was not so much of what he did that he spoke at such great length, but of what he felt.
"'Pon me soul," he exploded in the end, twisting his mustache with nervous energy, "it was the demdest nap I ever had.

I didn't close my eyes, c'nfend me if I did." While Odell-Carney was studiously adjusting his eyeglass for a final glare at an unoffending 'bus boy who almost dropped his tray of plates in consequence, Mr.Rodney fussily intervened and introduced the Medcrofts.

Mrs.Odell-Carney was delightfully gracious; she was sure that no nicer party could have been "got together." Her husband may have been excessively slow in most things, but he was quick to recognise and appreciate feminine beauty of face and figure.

He unbent at once in the presence of the unmistakably handsome Fowler sisters; his expressive "chawmed" was in direct contrast to his ordinary manner of acknowledging an introduction.
"Mr.Medcroft is the famous architect, you know," explained the anxious Mrs.Rodney.
"Oh, yes, I know," drawled Mr.Odell-Carney.