And upstairs-- He wheeled and glared, fighting down the agony in his throat.

Kenny was moving toward the stairway.
"Mr.O'Neill," barked Don, "Dr.Barrington particularly said you--you were not to go up there.

He said that Brian's got to have the--the quiet kind around--" Joan's quick stare of reproach brought the color to his face.
"I--I beg your pardon, Mr.O'Neill," he blurted.

"He said--he said he must have quiet." "It's all right," said Kenny ruefully.

"Quite all right.