She's ill, she needs to be put to bed.

There was no time to ask your permission to bring her, but I knew----" "Of course! If this beast will stop making a scene and go!" Charlie Menocal was pulling on his fur cap.
"So here's our swell-headed crook of an engineer butting in again," he sneered.

"You better be hunting up your own chicken, or Gretzinger will have her.

Who y' say you got there ?" "Stand aside!" Bryant's voice struck the other like the lash of a whip, and the half-drunken youth instinctively fell back a pace, so that Lee could pass with his charge into the house.

But as Louise was about to follow Menocal seized her arm.
"Girlie, you're not going to throw me down?
You'll be good to me and come----" Louise shook off his hand, darted through the doorway, and quickly closing the door turned the key in the lock.