At last the boy opened his eyes. To the surprise of both Len and Janet his first glance was quite mild.
"Oh ..." he said weakly.
Then suddenly remembrance seemed to come. He shook off his brother's hand, scowled at Janey, and struggled to his feet.
"I'm going to bed," he muttered, leaning unsteadily against the table.
"You mustn't stand," said Janet, trying to soothe him, "come and sit here for a minute, and then Len shall help you up to bed."
"I don't want Len, damn him!"
He staggered towards the door.
"Len—go after him."
"Not if I know it."
"He'll never get upstairs without you."