“That's the worst of tackling a man in his own room—if he tells you to go, and you don't go, he can ring for the servants.”
“I was as nearly as possible going into the bath.”
“Yes, a touch more and down you'd have gone.” Frank laughed, and Willy laughed, “and that fellow in his nightshirt fishing you out!”
“Oh, don't, don't—”
Frank asked Willy to lunch with him at Mutton's, and he ordered a bottle of champagne in honour of the day.
“I say, just fancy pulling you out of the bath, and wiping you with a towel. I can see you dripping!”
“Don't set me off again. Let me enjoy my cutlets.”
“By Jove! there's something I hadn't thought of.”
“What's that?”
“We must be off. We must tell Maggie what has happened before he has time to communicate with her. What is the next train to Southwick?”