A sharp word from Standish sent them whisperingly back to the kitchen regions.

Milo laid Brice down on a wicker couch in the broad, flagged hallway, and ran his fingers over the bruised head.
Gavin could hear Claire, in a nearby room, telephoning.
"Hold on, there!" called Standish, as his sister gave the operator a number.

"Wait! As well as I can tell, at a glance, there doesn't seem to be any fracture.

He's just knocked out.

That's all.