A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 21 Page 9

“Well, you know we haven’t got time for this sort of thing.

Don’t you see, we could distribute these people around the earth in less time than it is going to take you to explain that we can’t. We mustn’t talk now, we must act. You want to be careful; you mustn’t let your mill get the start of you that way, at a time like this. To business now — and sharp’s the word. Who is to take the aristocracy home?”

“Even their friends. These will come for them from the far parts of the earth.”

This was lightning from a clear sky, for unexpectedness; and the relief of it was like pardon to a prisoner. She would remain to deliver the goods, of course.