“Ten minutes ago, sir! What do you mean?—Are you mad? I'll play the devil with you! Where's my chest?”
“I told you before, it was gone, sir.”
“Gone, sir! How could it go, sir? Didn't I direct it to be left here till called for?”
“Very well, sir; and so it was left here till called for: it stood in the office for five minutes or more, and then—”
“And then—what then?”
“Why, then, a little black porter called for it, and took it away with him on a truck.”
“Who was he?—Where has he taken it?—I'll be the ruin of you. The contents of that trunk are invaluable.”
“I suppose you didn't insure it: we don't answer for any thing above the value of five pounds unless it's insured;—vide the notice on our tickets.”
“Don't talk to me of your tickets, but answer me, scoundrel!”
“Scoundrel!”