"Here, in you go!" He picked her up and deposited her in the bed. "Keep quiet," he said peremptorily.
He emitted a loud and very realistic yawn.
"Denis O'Brien!"
"Is it dreaming I am?" he observed in a sleepy voice.
"Apparently you are!" came the sharp retort through the keyhole.
"Is that you, Aunt Kezia?" he queried in a surprised voice. "Isn't it time you were in bed?"
"I wish to speak to you at once!"
"I'm here, close to the keyhole."
"Open the door!"
"Oh! Er—you know—my costume—rather primitive, you know—" His absurd air of coyness brought an irrepressible giggle from the bed.