That night while she was getting ready for bed Tony woke up. His cot was placed so that he could see into Jan's room, and the door between was always left open. She was standing before the dressing-table, taking down her hair.
Unlike the bedrooms at the flat, the room was not cold though both the windows were open. Wren's End was never cold, though always fresh, for one of Anthony's earliest improvements had been a boiler-house and central heating, with radiators set under the windows, so that they could always stand open.
Jan had not put on her dressing-gown, and her night-dress had rather short, loose sleeves that fell back from her arms as she raised them.
He watched the white arm wielding the brush with great pleasure; he decided he liked to look at it.
"Auntie Jan!"
She turned and flung her hair back from her face in a great silver cloud.
"You awake, sonny! Did I make a noise?"
"No, I just woke. Auntie Jan, will Daddie ever come here?"