It won't hurt any more now than it has done already.

I must ask you to let me have the brush, Mr.
Halloway.

I am losing time." Halloway relinquished it without speaking, and went quietly out of the room, and Gerald unconcernedly resumed her work, scarcely pausing to wonder where he had gone or what he intended.

He returned just as she had finished, and lifting the lamp back to the table, called to her: "Will you come here, please ?" "What in the world have you there ?" she inquired, coming up to him in sheer curiosity.
"Soap.

I found the way to the kitchen, you see.