'Is that you, Bill?'
It was Elizabeth's voice. He could just see her, framed in the doorway.
'Bill!'
His throat was dry. He swallowed, and found that he could speak.
'Yes?'
'Did you just come in?'
'Yes.'
'Then—you heard?'
'Yes.'
There was a long silence. Then the door closed gently and he heard her go upstairs.