“But why can’t one of you two go?”
“Because we’re the brains of the conspiracy, and the brains never undertakes manual work like crowd-hustling. Besides, you’re bigger than us. Out with you, George.”
George went out.
The crowd was a very peaceful one. It was just there to look, and it was doing its job with silent relish. Hitherto it had been looking at the house. Now it looked at George. So far as one could gather from the crowd’s expression there was not very much to choose between the house and George, but George was more of a novelty.
George looked at the crowd. The crowd looked at George.
“Go away,” said George to the crowd.
Somebody in the rear inadvertently blinked. Otherwise no movement was perceptible. The inhabitants of Duffley are not a sprightly set of people.
“Did you hear me?” said George to the crowd. “Go away!”
The crowd went on looking at George.
“Go AWAY!” said George to the crowd.