He isn't--he isn't HIMSELF, Pete.

He--he's been DRINKING!" Billy's voice broke, and her face flushed scarlet.

She was almost crying.

"Come, you won't refuse now!" she finished, resolutely turning toward the street.
And because old Pete could not pick her up bodily and carry her home, he followed close at her heels.

At the head of the marble stairs "all lights and mirrors," however, he made one last plea.
"Miss Billy, once more I beg of ye, won't ye come home?
Ye don't know what yer a-doin', Miss Billy, ye don't--ye don't!" "I can't go home," persisted Billy.