Mrs. Rapkin.
You! You'd ha' seen anythink in the condition you was in! And, any'ow, the 'ouse was just as usual when we come in.
Rapkin.
It was—and that on'y made it all the rummier! For you can't deny as there was somethink queer goin' on 'ere.
Mrs. Rapkin.
[Severely.] There was you, William! And you'll go on from bad to worse if you don't give up nippin'!
[She goes up to bookcase on the left.
Rapkin.
Oh, come orf it, Marire! You tole me yourself you see a percession of camels stop at our door long before I got 'ome!
Mrs. Rapkin.