Dust met his eye. (When I say that, I mean that he saw dust—over all the simple cottage furniture he loved.)
He groaned three times.
The young man, who was idly chewing the stone of a cringet, turned and saw, through the open door, dust, dust, dust.
Leaping to his feet, he rushed to the Captain's side.
"Captain," said he, "we must have a Charwoman."
(I say charwoman, meaning a woman who is paid to do work that other servants are hired to do, but will not.)