Philpot instantly disappeared.

Harlow lifted up the pail of whitewash and set it down again noisily.
'I think we'd better 'ave the steps and the plank over this side, Easton,' he said in a loud voice.
'Yes.

I think that'll be the best way,' replied Easton.
While they were arranging their scaffold to do the ceiling Crass arrived on the landing.

He made no remark at first, but walked into the room to see how many ceilings they had done.
'You'd better look alive, you chaps, he said as he went downstairs again.

'If we don't get these ceilings finished by dinner-time, Nimrod's sure to ramp.' 'All right,' said Harlow, gruffly.