midday
Yarmouth ! Drat the woman ! She 's always out of the way when she 's wanted ! '' At this moment the luncheon gong began to work itself into its midday frenzy . Mrs. Flushing rang her bell violently . The door was opened by a handsome maid who was almost as upright as her mistress . `` Oh , Yarmouth , '' said Mrs. Flushing , `` just find my diary and see where ten days from now would bring us to , and ask the hall porter how many men ` ud be wanted to row eight people up the river for a week , and what it ` ud cost , and put it on a slip of paper and leave it on my dressing-table .