fact, but his own accursed position, legalised! No, he would not put her into that!
'It must be divorce,' he said decisively; 'failing cruelty, there's desertion. There's a way of shortening the two years, now. We get the Court to give us restitution of conjugal rights. Then if he doesn't obey, we can bring a suit for divorce in six months' time. Of course you don't want him back. But they won't know that. Still, there's the risk that he might come. I'd rather try cruelty.'
Winifred shook her head. 'It's so beastly.'
'Well,' Soames murmured, 'perhaps there isn't much risk so long as he's infatuated and got money. Don't say anything to anybody, and don't pay any of his debts.'
Winifred sighed. In spite of all she had been through, the sense of loss was heavy on her. And this idea of not paying his debts any more brought it home to her as nothing else yet had. Some richness seemed to have gone out of life. Without her husband, without her pearls, without that intimate sense that she made a brave show above the domestic whirlpool, she would now have to face the world. She felt bereaved indeed.
And into the chilly kiss he placed on her forehead, Soames put more than his usual warmth.
'I have to go down to Robin Hill to-morrow,' he said, 'to see young Jolyon on business. He's got a boy at Oxford. I'd like to take Val with me and introduce him. Come down to "The Shelter" for the week-end and bring the children. Oh! by the way, no, that won't do; I've got some other people coming.' So saying, he left her and turned towards Soho.
OF all quarters in the queer adventurous amalgam called London, Soho is perhaps least suited to the Forsyte spirit. 'so-ho, my wild one!' George would have said if he had seen his cousin going there. Untidy, full of Greeks, Ishmaelites, cats, Italians, tomatoes, restaurants, organs, coloured stuffs, queer names, people looking out of upper windows, it dwells remote from the British Body Politic. Yet has it haphazard proprietory instincts