His alarmed mother screamed: “Bob, you'll fall over the banisters!”
The two kept up a battledore and shuttlecock of agitated conversation.
“Well, stop those women!” Bob cried; “for God's sake, stop them, mother! What on earth are you thinking of?”
“I'll give her in charge!”
“You can't, you can't. Oh, my God, what a house this is!”
“She called me a liar!”
“You can't charge her for that.”
“She half murdered you!”
“She never touched me. Why don't you do as I told you? Why don't you send her away?”
“Mercy, Bob! you'll fall and kill yourself!”