"He had been out with his serving-man in the morning at Ross, and he had told the man that he must hurry, as he had an appointment of importance to keep at three."
"“The mercy of Heaven forbid!” said the old serving-man, turning as pal as the table-cloth which he was folding up."
"He that is hanged in May will eat no flaunes [footnote: Pancakes] in midsummer — so there is the moan made for the old serving-man."