“You will not get chance to insult in my own again. I am leaving country tomorrow. It’s played out. I’m tired of being insulted by you. You’ve brought on yourself. No self-respecting man can stand it. I shall not ask you for anything again. Goodbye. I took the photograph of the two girls. Give them my love. I don’t care what your family say. It’s all their doing. I’m going to live new life.

“ M. D. ”

This after-dinner note had a splotch on it not yet quite dry. He looked at Winifred⁠—the splotch had clearly come from her; and he checked the words: “Good riddance!” Then it occurred to him that with this letter she was entering that very state which he himself so earnestly desired to quit⁠—the state of a Forsyte who was not divorced.