A good many suits were dropping out of the list, which happened to be

exceptionally thin that summer, so that his case would be reached before

August. As the day grew nearer, Winifred was his only comfort. She

showed the fellow-feeling of one who had been through the mill, and was

the 'femme-sole' in whom he confided, well knowing that she would not

let Dartie into her confidence. That ruffian would be only too rejoiced!

At the end of July, on the afternoon before the case, he went in to

see her. They had not yet been able to leave town, because Dartie had

already spent their summer holiday, and Winifred dared not go to her

father for more money while he was waiting not to be told anything about

this affair of Soames.

Soames found her with a letter in her hand.

"That from Val," he asked gloomily. "What does he say?"

"He says he's married," said Winifred.

"Whom to, for Goodness' sake?"

Winifred looked up at him.

"To Holly Forsyte, Jolyon's daughter."

"What?"

"He got leave and did it. I didn't even know he knew her. Awkward, isn't

it?"

Soames uttered a short laugh at that characteristic minimisation.

"Awkward! Well, I don't suppose they'll hear about this till they come

back. They'd better stay out there. That fellow will give her money."

"But I want Val back," said Winifred almost piteously; "I miss him, he

helps me to get on."

"I know," murmured Soames. "How's Dartie behaving now?"

"It might be worse; but it's always money. Would you like me to come

down to the Court to-morrow, Soames?"

Soames stretched out his hand for hers. The gesture so betrayed the

loneliness in him that she pressed it between her two.

"Never mind, old boy. You'll feel ever so much better when it's all

over."

"I don't know what I've done," said Soames huskily; "I never have. It's

all upside down. I was fond of her; I've always been."

Winifred saw a drop of blood ooze out of his lip, and the sight stirred

her profoundly.

"Of course," she said, "it's been too bad of her all along! But what

shall I do about this marriage of Val's, Soames? I don't know how

to write to him, with this coming on. You've seen that child. Is she

pretty?"

"Yes, she's pretty," said Soames. "Dark--lady-like enough."

'That doesn't sound so bad,' thought Winifred. 'Jolyon had style.'

"It is a coil," she said. "What will father say?

"Mustn't be told," said Soames. "The war'll soon be over now, you'd

better let Val take to farming out there."

It was tantamount to saying that his nephew was lost.




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