But Larry had seen her first.

He had no chance to take her in, that first moment, beyond noting that she was slender and young and exquisitely gowned, for she swept straight across to them.
"Dick, you're drunk again!" she exclaimed.
"Wrong, sis," he corrected in an injured tone.

"It's same drunk." "Dick, you go to bed!" "Now, sis--" "You go to bed!" The young man wavered before her commanding gaze.

"Jus's you say--jus's you say," he mumbled, and went unsteadily toward the door.
The young woman watched him out, and then turned her troubled face back to Larry.

"I'm sorry Dick behaved to you as he did." And then before Larry could make answer, her clouded look was gone.