"I can't."
"Well, let me in, then. I want to speak to you."
"I daren't."
"Oh, nonsense, let me in quick, I say, I've something important to tell you."
Curiosity was too strong in her to resist this. She opened the door, hiding herself behind it as she did so.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Edmund. "It's here, too."
Then, as he saw the foot-bath on the floor, the beery stains everywhere, and lastly, the distracted figure behind the door shrouded in sticky locks that still dripped beer, he subsided upon the bed in fits of laughter.
Jane-Anne banged the door, bolted it, and faced him indignantly.
"Why are you laughing?" she demanded.
"You've never gone and done it really—well, you are the simplest juggins."