He finishes changing, and walks out of the closet stringing up the front of his shirt wanting help and confused at how the one he wasn't wearing was untied..., "What in Hel ?"
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights