He asked me to go get a towel. Of course I was not going to bring out one of my own good towels, so off I went, straight in the front door of his house, Rosalie! Just waltzed right in, never set foot inside the man’s house before in my life (more on the house to follow), and I went to the bathroom and took a towel from the rack and brought it to him.
I don't think the state of your towels matter.
