And you sweep up, my good woman, for once in your life." "They make such a muck!" Nastasya whined in a voice of plaintive exasperation.
"Well, you must sweep, sweep it up fifteen times a day! You've a wretched drawing-room" (when they had gone into the drawing-room).

"Shut the door properly.

She'll be listening.

You must have it repapered.
Didn't I send a paperhanger to you with patterns?
Why didn't you choose one?
Sit down, and listen.

Do sit down, I beg you.