The two stared at each other. Their hearts were full of feeling, but they could give it no expression⁠—Forsytes that they were.

“Where did you leave him?”

“In the bath,” and Winifred gave a little bitter laugh. “The only thing he’s brought back is lavender-water.”

“Steady!” said Soames, “you’re thoroughly upset. I’ll go back with you.”

“What’s the use?”

“We ought to make terms with him.”

“Terms! It’ll always be the same. When he recovers⁠—cards and betting, drink and⁠—!” She was silent, remembering the look on her husband’s face. The burnt child⁠—the burnt child. Perhaps⁠—!

“Recovers?” replied Soames: “Is he ill?”

“No; burnt out; that’s all.”