‘But who is she with?’ said Mr Carteret.
‘A young man. She met him on the aeroplane,’ Mrs Carteret said.
‘Now go to sleep.’
Outside the bedroom window the moon was shining brightly.
‘Nobody told me there was a young man on the aeroplane’, said Mr
Carteret crossly.
‘You saw him,’ Mrs Carteret said. ‘He was there when you met her
at the airport.’