He must be at home to receive his august master: etiquette demanded it imperatively.

He had no time to recover his young charge, whose presence etiquette demanded no less imperatively.

Dashed from his height of splendid triumph, and exhausted by the fluency with which he had dealt with the appalling situation, he sank heavily into the easy chair, an embittered man.
He was quickly roused from his gloom by the stopping of a barouche before the house.

In it sat his august master, a splendid round figure of a man, clad in the lightest-coloured tweeds Schweidnitz could boast, and surmounted by the whitest of white bowlers.

His large, broad, square face ended in three well-moulded chins.