|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
as he rubbed the place with a dry part of the rag. `The smell of the turps will go away in about a hour's time.'
`Thanks,' said Sweater.
Philpot looked at him wistfully, but Sweater evidently did not understand, and began looking about the room.
`I see they've put a new piece of skirting here,' he observed.
`Yes, sir,' said Newman, who came into the room just then to get the turps. `The old piece was all to bits with dry-rot.'
`I feel as if I 'ad a touch of the dry-rot meself, don't you?' said Philpot to Newman, who smiled feebly and cast a sidelong glance at Sweater, who did not appear to notice the significance of the remark, but walked out of the room and began climbing up to the next floor, where Harlow and Sawkins were working.