Go, lovely Rose [antikvár]

Go, Lovely Rose ^^ f ^ ut who is she with?' said Mr Carteret. a p 'A young man. She met him on the aeroplane,' ^imm^yit^ 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.' 'I don't remember,' said her husband. 'Yes, you do. You noticed his hat. You said so. It was a light green . . .' 'Oh dear!' said Mr Carteret. 'That man? But he's too old for her. He must be nearly forty.' 'He's twenty-eight, dear. Now go to sleep.' 'I can't sleep,' said Mr Carteret. 'Three o'clock in the morning and I can't get to sleep.' 'Just lie still, dear, and you'll soon fall asleep,' said his wife. It was a warm night in July. A gentle wind whispered in the trees outside the bedroom window. It sounded like a car coming. Mr Carteret sat up and listened. But it was only the wind. 1