Take him into the little chamber.

And don't consider the floor; that can be wiped up." She came into the kitchen and spoke to me.

"You must come and change your clothes," she said.

"You'll catch your death of cold, else.
You're the school-master from Walford, I think, sir?
Indeed, I'm sure of it, for I've seen you on your wheel." Smiling at the idea that through the instrumentality of my bicycle I had been making myself known to the people of the surrounding country, I followed the man into a small bed-chamber on the ground-floor.
"Now," said he, "the quicker you get off your wet clothes and give yourself a good rub-down the better it will be for you.

And I'll go and see what I can do in the way of something for you to put on." I asked him to bring me the bag from my bicycle, and after doing so he left me.
Very soon I heard talking outside of my door, and as both my entertainers had clear, high voices, I could hear distinctly what they said.
"Go get him the corduroys," said she.