'Look here, mother: a fellow must wash and a fellow's got to dry, and if another fellow-' 'Dear, no doubt you 're right as usual, but you are in no position to argue. Come Lucy.' They turned.
'Oh, look - don't look! Oh poor Mr Beebe! How unfortunate again-'
(got myself a new copy of “A Room with a View”, so whoever borrowed my book, can keep it now!)