All the light I am able to give the reader at present is this, that the moment my father cried Pish! he whisk'd himself about--and with his breeches held up by one hand, and his night-gown thrown across the arm of the other, he turned along the gallery to bed, something slower than he came.
All I can say at present is this, that as my father cried 'Pish!' he whisked himself about - and with his breeches held up by one hand, he turned along the gallery to bed, somewhat slower than he came.