“No, nothing. I couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”
“I thought you looked a bit off-colour at dinner. Have you been out?”
“Yes. Couldn’t get to sleep.”
She glanced shrewdly at him. “Getting on your nerves?”
“Is what getting on my nerves?”
“Oh — !”This place.”
“No,” he replied.
“No, of course you’ve always been ridiculous about Trevellin. Father, then.”
“I haven’t got any nerves.”
“Don’t be too sure of that! How long has Father been like this?”