You dip your hands and face, I'll have out the dress.

You've the right style for her, my boy: and mind, she is an excellent good woman, worthy of all respect: but formality's the flattery she likes: a good bow and short speech.
Here we are, and the room's lighted.

Off to the basin, give me the key; and here's hot water in tripping Mary's hands.

The portmanteau opens easy.

Quick! the door's shut on rosy Mary.