“Well, thank heaven for bed,” said Bill; putting down his glass. “Are you coming?”

“Yes,” said Antony, and finished his drink. He looked at Cayley.

“I’ve just got one or two little things to do,” said Cayley. “I shan’t be long following you.”

“Well, good night, then.”

“Good night.”

“Good night,” called Bill from halfway up the stairs. “Good night, Tony.”

“Good night.”