"Oh, yes, let's go to bed," Eleanor said, with a wide happy yawn. "It's been a wonderful day."
She turned to Brat to say good night, became suddenly shy, gave him her hand and said: "Good night then, Brat. Sleep well," and went away upstairs.
Brat turned to Bee, but she said: "I shall come in to see you on my way up." So he turned back to face Simon.
"Good night, Simon." He met the clear cold eyes levelly.
"Good night to you-Patrick," Simon said, looking faintly amused. He had managed to make the name sound like a provocation.
"Are you coming up now?" Brat heard Bee ask him as he climbed the stairs.
"Not quite yet."
"Will you see that the lights are out, then? And make sure of the locks?"
"Yes, of course I'll do that. Good night, Bee darling."
As Brat turned on to the landing he saw Bee's arms go round Simon. And he was stabbed by a hot despairing jealousy that shocked him. What had it to do with him?