"Peter Pagger," he said, "this is most important. Sorry to say—absolutely necessary to cleanse and purify unwholesome bed." And he walked to the corner.
Peter followed him.
"Dundoon," he said sharply.
Dundoon turned and found Peter at his elbow. Peter shook his fist under the nose of Dundoon.
"Pick up that water-jug and I'll punch your damned head."
"Here, you fellows," shouted Dundoon. "Come and hear what Peter Pagger is saying. He's been very rude to me."
The Dundoons crowded into the little bedroom, and someone called: "Take away his trousers!"
Peter stood back. There was an uproar and a movement towards him.
"Mind yourselves," he shouted. "I'm going to fight."