Mrs Luther walked up the aisle, leaned across Neale and spoke to me. "On behalf of the women of the party, is there a john here?"
"I think so. I seem to remember - " I looked out. It was just to the left of the Customs building, with a steep staircase leading down to it. I pointed it out.
"Would you very kindly take us?" Mrs Luther asked. "We don't speak the language."
"You hardly need to. The word Dames - "

from Brigid Brophy, The King of a Rainy Country