"We shall have to go quietly," said Len, "but I don't see why we shouldn't pull through if we're careful. I've given Boorman a week's notice. He can bump round here till it's up, and lend you a hand now and then—I don't suppose you'll tumble into things just at first."
Nigel suddenly turned away.
"I'm going out—to have a look round the place."
"Now!"
"Yes—it's a beautiful clear night."
Janet and Leonard moved towards the door.
"I'm going alone," said Nigel shortly.
Janet and Leonard stood still. They stared at each other, at first with surprise, then a little forlornly, while their brother pulled on his overcoat, and went out of the room.
Never, since they could remember, had one of the Furlongers preferred to be without the others.
It was past midnight, and Janet was not yet asleep. She lay in bed, with a lighted candle beside her, her hair tumbled over the pillow and over her body, her neck gleaming through the heavy strands.