A _fachino_ had dragged out a leather trunk, an English hat-box and a couple of valises and dumped them on the ground while he ran back for the paste pot and a pile of labels.

The two under-waiters, the chambermaid and the boy who cleaned boots had drifted into the court.

It was evident that the American gentleman's departure was imminent.
The luggage was labelled and hoisted to the roof of the omnibus; they all drew up in a line with their eyes on the door; but still the young man did not come.

Gustavo, over his shoulder, dispatched a waiter to hunt him up.

The waiter returned breathless.