The hubbub stormed up the hall, shot open the door, and choked the passage with the suddenly revealed fury of angry faces.
"Hello," said Rogers' quiet voice. "Well, what do you want?"
"'HELLO,' SAID ROGERS' QUIET VOICE, 'WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT?'"—Page 19.
No sooner had the barbaric front ranks beheld the languid, slightly annoyed junior than the fury of battle vanished like a flurry of wind across the water. From behind the more concealed began to murmur:
"Oh, beans!"
"A lemon!"
"Rubber!"
"Sold!"