"Don't lie there," she said. "Get up and see."
"What?" said her husband.
"What's going on."
Berry swallowed before replying. Then—
"How many are there?" he demanded.
"You poisonous idiot," I hissed, "I tell you——"
"Naughty temper," said Berry. "I admit I'm in the wrong but there you are. You see, it all comes of not wearing rings. If I did, I should have remembered that a wire came from Jonah just before dinner—it's in my dinner-jacket—saying he was coming up late to-night with Harry, and that if the latter couldn't get in at the Club, he should bring him on here. He had the decency to add 'Don't sit up.'"
Daphne and I exchanged glances of withering contempt.
"And where," said my sister, "is Harry going to sleep?"
Her husband settled himself contentedly.