Two hours later Janet Tosswill, after having tried in vain to read herself to sleep, got out of bed and put on her dressing gown.

Somehow she felt anxious about Timmy.

She had gone to his room on her way up to bed; but, hearing no sound, she had crept away, hoping that he had already cried himself to sleep.
All sorts of curious theories and suspicions drifted through her mind as she lay, tossing this way and that, trying to fall asleep.

She wondered uneasily why Timmy had brought Josephine at all into the drawing-room.
Of course there had been nothing exactly wrong in his doing so, though, as Betty had justly remarked, it was a stupid thing to do so soon after the birth of the cat's kittens.

And Timmy was not stupid.
Janet told herself crossly that it was almost as if Mrs.Crofton had the evil eye, as far as animals were concerned! There had come back to her the unpleasant scene which had occurred on the first evening their late guest had come to Old Place, when Flick, most cheerful and happy-minded of terriers, had behaved in such an extraordinary fashion.