"I think part of the trouble is this big American tour Fenton's been offered.

It seems to have complicated matters." There came a light footstep on the staircase and Kitty swished round the bend.

Barry and Nan started guiltily apart, smiling deprecatingly at her.
"Nan, you ought to be in bed by now!" protested Kitty severely.
"You're not to be trusted one minute, Barry, keeping her standing about talking like this." She shoo'd her big husband away with a single wave of her arm and marshalled Nan into the bedroom.

In her hand she carried a tray on which was a glass of hot milk.
"There," she continued, addressing Nan.

"You've got to drink that while you're undressing, and then you'll sleep well.