"More noodle you! Go and sleep it off."
"Sure now, asthore, you'll not be refusin' your own twin?" she cooed.
"You're a beastly little humbug!"
He went across to the window and banged it down. The bang echoed startlingly in the night.
"Oh, Denis, you've shut the curtain out!"
"Eh? Oh, well, it can stay out."
A loud whisper hissed with disconcerting suddenness through the keyhole.
"Denis O'Brien, are you asleep?"
Nell turned to him with a little gasp.
"Denis, I—I can't stand any more of her to-night!" Her small fingers caught his arm with sudden desperation.