The boy nodded.
The post surgeon went down stairs noiselessly to the sideboard where the Lieutenant kept his wines.
Rob sat up as he entered.
"How's Cary? What time is it? Where's Johnny?"
The post surgeon went up and laid his finger on Rob's mouth.
"Cary's sleeping. If you wake her, you'll kill her. Don't speak above a whisper."
He filled a glass with wine and turned to leave the room.
"Where's Johnny?"
"With Cary. He put her to sleep."
Trevelyan's boy clenched his hands convulsively.