Take off your things and set down." The boy accepted the invitation only to the extent of throwing his hat on the table.

He did not sit or remove his overcoat.

He was pale, his eyes were swollen and red, his hair was disarranged, and in all respects he looked unlike his usual blase and immaculate self.

His forehead was wet, showing that he had hurried on his way to the boarding house.
The captain regarded him pityingly.
"Set down, Stevie," he urged.

"You're all het up and worn out." His nephew paid no attention.