And the bath's running over." Septimus waved him away.

"Let it run." He turned to Sypher.

"Have a haddock ?" "At four o'clock in the afternoon?
Do you want me to be sick ?" "Good heavens, no!" cried Septimus.

"Do come in and I'll give you anything you like." He put his hand again on the bell-pull.

A hasty exclamation from Sypher checked his impulse.
"I say, don't do that again.