Happily , an inhabitant of the kitchen made more despatch : a lusty dame , with tucked-up gown , bare arms , and fire-flushed cheeks , rushed rush into the midst of us flourishing flourish a frying-pan : and used use that weapon , and her tongue , to such purpose , that the storm storm subsided subside magically , and she only remained , heaving heaving like a sea after a high wind , when her master entered enter on the scene .