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Rh [Backwards in the doorway]: Nana, come and do up my dress.

I'm coming. So you're up at last. [Fastening dress.] My gracious, what brutes!

Who?

If you want to turn around, then turn around, but I shan't fasten you up.

What are you grumbling about now?

These dreadful creatures, these heathen

The Robots?

I wouldn't even call them by name.