"He's gone an' got drunk again," she muttered, glaring with helpless anger at the bottles and then at him.
"Mister Droop! Copernicus Droop!" she cried in a high, sharp voice.
There was no reply.
She looked about her for something to prod him with. There was an arm-chair on casters beside her door. She drew this to her and pushed it with all her might toward the unconscious man.
The chair struck violently against Droop's seat, and even caused his body to sway slightly, but he still slept and gave no sign.
"That settles it!" she exclaimed, with mingled disgust and alarm in her face.
"What's the matter?"
It was Phœbe who called.
"It's me," said Rebecca. "Can I come in?"
"Yes."