The cook was there in tears and a Windsor arm-chair.

The kitchenmaid, her cap all on one side, was crying down most dirty cheeks.

The coachman was there, very red in the face, and the groom, without his gaiters.

The nurse was there, neat as ever she seemed at first, but Philip was delighted when a more careful inspection showed him that there was mud on her large shoes and on the bottom of her skirt, and that her dress had a large three-cornered tear in it.
'I wouldn't have had it happen for a twenty-pun note,' the coachman was saying.
'George,' said the nurse to the groom, 'you go and get a horse ready.
I'll write the telegram.' 'You'd best take Peppermint,' said the coachman.

'She's the fastest.' The groom went out, saying under his breath, 'Teach your grandmother,' which Philip thought rude and unmeaning.
Philip was standing unnoticed by the door.