He swayed as his companions held him up; his knees gave under him.

He began incoherently to talk.
"Hush!" said Parminter.

"You'll wake the house.

You don't want that pretty girl to see you in this state, do you, Wallie?
After the impression you made on her, too! Get his hat and coat out of the passage, Barstow." He propped Hine against the table, and holding him upright turned to the door.

He saw "the pretty girl" leaning over the banister and gazing with horror-stricken eyes into the room.