"We'd better 'ave most of the furniture out, 'ceptin' the bed and washstand," declared Mrs Gowler.
"But where am I to keep my things?" asked Mavis.
"Can't you 'ave your box jes' outside the door? If there ain't no space, you might pop off before I could hop round the bed."
"Is it often dangerous?" faltered Mavis.
"That depends. 'Ave you walked much?"
"A good deal. Why?"
"That's in yer favour. But I 'ope nothin' will 'appen, for my sake. I can't do with any more scandals here. I've my Oscar to think of."
"Scandals?" queried Mavis.
"What about gettin' your box upstairs?" asked Mrs Gowler, as if wishful to change the subject.
"Isn't there anyone who can carry it up?"