"I expect your wife will tell you that when you get upstairs," said Dilly.
I tried a fresh line.
"After the labours of to-day, I should have thought you would have been glad to go to bed," I said. "You imp!" And I laughed. There is something very disarming about the Twins' misdemeanours.
We turned and walked upstairs together, and paused outside Dilly's door.
"Good-night, Dilly," I said. "I admired your pluck."
"It wasn't me," said Dilly, in a very small voice.
"Not you?"
"N-no. I said I would come, because Dicky said I daren't, and at the last moment I funked it. (Adrian, I simply couldn't!) So Dolly went instead."
"Then that was Dolly all the time?"
"Yes."