Then the flood-gates were opened. I--tell--you--as I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't let me speak--that I _gave_ no advice; I wanted him to proceed with caution, but I never even told him to wait and think... He did it entirely on his own initiative. What he quite rightly saw was that he could not take advantage of a young girl's infatuation to marry her for her money. Phyllida really shocked me with the things she said, but I'm old enough to have learnt patience; it will not be very long before she begs my pardon and admits that perhaps a certain measure of wisdom may be conceded to age... In the meantime I prefer not to mix myself up in the broils and wrangles that seem a daily feature of life at the Hall. One makes a certain effort; and, after that, one has to leave people, in the homely old phrase, to stew in their own juice... I need hardly tell you that Brackenbury took her side. And poor Ruth, though I've learnt not to expect too much of Ruth after all these years. If, for curiosity's sake, you ask them what I am supposed to have done, I should be deeply interested to know what they say. I have nothing but praise for the young man. When you are in the army, one private is as good as another; in hospital, you are a name, a bed, a case. That is so fine, I always think; it makes this truly a _people's_ war. Colonel Butler would have gone to the Hall sooner or later without any prompting from me; and, once there, it was impossible for a man of any intelligence to pretend that there were no differences... It is so hard for me to put it into words without seeming a snob, but _you_ understand what I mean... You will find my boy Will there. He never seems to come home without picking up a cold, and the doctor has very sensibly recommended that he should be given an extension of leave. I was _not_ very much set on his going, I admit. Goodness me, any silly little ill-bred things that Phyllida may pick up from her poor mother are forgotten as soon as they are said; I have no need to stand on my dignity. The sins of the fathers... Brackenbury _never_ checks her... But you know what a girl is when she has had a disappointment, we must both of us have seen it a dozen times ... some sort of natural recoil. If she throws herself at Will's head... With her money they'd have enough to live on, of course, and young people ought to be very comfortable on four thousand a year. (It will be seven, when the parents die.) One need not look ahead to a family; but the grandfather, Ruth's father, would not be illiberal. But, though dear Will must marry some day, I dread the time when I must lose him... III LADY ANN SPENWORTH TOUCHES RELUCTANTLY ON DIVORCE