“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Did I wake you up? I tried to make up the fire without making a row.”
“Why aren’t you in bed? What’s the time?”
“About five. I thought I’d better sit up with you tonight. I brought an arm-chair in as I thought if I put a mattress down I should sleep so soundly that I shouldn’t hear you if you wanted anything.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be so good to me,” groaned Philip. “Suppose you catch it?”