Proceeding at once to his brother’s room, he knocked at the door, waited, and then knocked again.
"Vincent!" he called. "Open the door! I want to speak to you!"
He knocked louder and louder. Polly again touched his arm.
"Eddie!" she said, in a low voice. "You’re making a dreadful noise. Why don’t you wait? To please me!"
"It can’t really matter," said Mrs. Russell. "You couldn’t really do much at this time of night."
"No," said Eddie. "I could have waited, but now I won’t. There’s something damned queer about it. He can’t help hearing this row."
"But you know how peculiar he is," said Mrs. Russell. "He wouldn’t answer if he didn’t feel like it."
"I’ll make him. I won’t put up with this!"
He had turned away and was starting down-stairs.
"Where are you going?" called his mother.