“Slip!” moaned William. “'Just SLIP up there'! Ye gods!”
“Genesis is waiting on the back porch,” she said. “Really it isn't worth your making all this fuss about.”
“Oh no!” he returned, with plaintive satire. “It's nothing! Nothing at all!”
“Why, I shouldn't mind it,” she said; briskly, “if I had the time. In fact, I'll have to, if you won't.”
“Ye gods!” He clasped his head in his hands, crushed, for he knew that the curse was upon him and he must go. “Ye gods!”
And then, as he stamped to the door, his tragic eye fell upon Jane, and he emitted a final cry of pain:
“Can't you EVER wash your face?” he shouted.