"Whatever am I to do ?" "I wish you wouldn't make these mistakes," said Mrs.Y., moving to enter the room herself.
Mrs.X.stopped her.

"And it isn't your husband either." "Nonsense," said Mrs.Y.
"It isn't really," persisted Mrs.X.

"I know, because I have just left him, asleep on Percy's bed." "What's he doing there ?" thundered Mrs.Y.
"They brought him there, and put him there," explained Mrs.X., beginning to cry.

"That's what made me think Percy must be here." The two women stood and looked at one another; and there was silence for awhile, broken only by the snoring of the gentleman the other side of the half-open door.
"Then who is that, in there ?" demanded Mrs.Y., who was the first to recover herself.
"I don't know," answered Mrs.X., "I have never seen him before.

Do you think it is anybody you know ?" But Mrs.Y.only banged to the door.
"What are we to do ?" said Mrs.X.
"I know what _I_ am going to do," said Mrs.Y.