“I shall want a pair of Kenneth's pyjamas as well,” said Roger helpfully.
“If you stay in this flat I shall clear out of it,” announced Kenneth.
“No, you won't,” said his sister. “I'm not going to be left to cope with him.”
“All right, then, let's both go. Let's go to Sweden at once!”
“I can't. Who'd look after the dogs?”
“Damn the dogs!”
“Have you got a lot of dogs?” inquired Roger, looking round for some sign of them. “What sort of dogs?”
“Bull-terriers,” replied Antonia briefly.
“I don't know that I like the sound of that. I got bitten by a dog once, and they told me it was a bull-terrier. Not that I wanted to know.”
“Let's have the dogs in,” said Kenneth, brightening. “You never know your luck.”