He was barking incessantly.
It was evident that now he could not stop himself; it was like hysterical laughter, a thing beyond his control.

Twice young Haight called him by name, kicking the door as his leg hung against it.

At last Vandover heard him.

Then as he caught sight of his face over the door he raised his upper lip above his teeth and snarled at him, long and viciously.
As Haight dropped down into the hall a waiter came running up; he, too, had heard the noise of the breaking dishes.

As he thrust his key into the lock he paused a moment, listening and looking in a puzzled way at young Haight.