His daughter has gone to fetch him

It was you, I believe, that were wishing to see Jupe!' 'It was,' said Mr. Gradgrind. 'His daughter has gone to fetch him, but I can't wait; therefore, if you please, I will leave a message for him with you.' 'You see, my friend,' Mr. Bounderby put in, 'we are the kind of people who know the value of time, and you are the kind of people who don't know the value of time.' 'I have not,' retorted Mr. Childers, after surveying him from head to foot, 'the honour of knowing you, - but if you mean that you can make more money of your time than I can of mine, I should judge from your appearance, that you are about right.' 'And when you have made it, you can keep it too, I should think,' said Cupid. 'Kidderminster, stow that!' said Mr. Childers. (Master Kidderminster was Cupid's mortal name.) 'What does he come here cheeking us for, then?' cried Master Kidderminster, showing a very irascible temperament. 'If you want to cheek us, pay your ochre at the doors and take it out.' 'Kidderminster,' said Mr. Childers, raising his voice, 'stow that! - Sir,' to Mr. Gradgrind, 'I was addressing myself to you. You may or you may not be aware (for perhaps you have not been much in the audience), that Jupe has missed his tip very often, lately.' 'Has - what has he missed?' asked Mr. Gradgrind, glancing at the potent Bounderby for assistance. 'Missed his tip.' 'Offered at the Garters four times last night, and never done 'em once,' said Master Kidderminster. 'Missed his tip at the banners, too, and was loose in his ponging.' 'Didn't do what he ought to do. Was short in his leaps and bad in his tumbling,' Mr. Childers interpreted.