Not that _that_ matters." "In the event of this ignorant, this ridiculous agitation becoming--Serious," began Bensington.
"My little boy can't get on without the stuff," said Redwood.

"I don't see how I can help myself now.

If the worst comes to the worst--" A slight bouncing noise proclaimed the presence of Winkles.

He became visible in the middle of the room rubbing his hands together.
"I wish you'd knock," said Bensington, looking vicious over the gold rims.
Winkles was apologetic.

Then he turned to Redwood.