"Done what, sir?"
"They've 'eard you--I'll bet my boots they 'ave."
Mr. Harland turned again and shouted, "Tell your mistress at once that Mr. Bindon's here!"
"They're coming!"
"How dare you, sir, try to shut the door in my face!"
"They're coming, Mr. 'arland! They'll murder me! You've spilt the cart!"
Mr. Bindon's agitation was extreme. There was a rush of feet along the passage, a sound of many skirts. A whirlwind of excited women dashed through the study door.
"Where's Mr. Bindon?" cried Louisa Brown--that was.
"I see him! He's underneath the table!"
"Fetch him out!" exclaimed the thick-set woman. They fetched him.