"No, I haven't, you lazy old brute!"

Agitated feminine cries of "Robert! Robert! You are not to speak
to Harold like that."

"Well, he spoke to me like that."

"Yes, and I'll do a jolly sight more than speak to you in a minute
if you don't get out of it. Get out of it, do you hear?"

"Shan't!"

"Robert! Robert! Harold! Harold!"

"Well, get him out of it, or he'll be sorry for it. Why is he always
here when I'm supposed to be having my breakfast? Not a thing ready,
as usual. Look here, where I'm supposed to sit--flannel and soap!
That's washing his filthy neck, I suppose. Filthy young brute! Why
don't you wash your neck, pig?"

"Why do you wear girl's boots with buttons, pig?"

Commotion. Enthralling commotion. Half the female assemblage hustle
the splendid creature Robert out of the door and down the hall and
on to his bicycle; half the female assemblage cover his retreat
and block the dash after him of the still more splendid Harold;
all the female assemblage, battle having been prevented and one
splendid male despatched, combine to minister to the requirements
of the second splendid male now demanding attention.