”Ican’tthinkwhatweareabout，”saidAuntJuley，raisingherhands，”talkingofsuchthings！””Wasshedivorced?”askedImogenfromthedoor。”Certainlynot，”criedAuntJuley；”thatis——certainlynot。”Asoundwasheardoverbythefardoor。Timothyhadre-enteredthebackdrawing-room。”I’vecomeformymap，”hesaid。”Who’sbeendivorced?””Noone，Uncle，”repliedFranciewithperfecttruth。
Timothytookhismapoffthepiano。”Don’tlet’shaveanythingofthatsortinthefamily，”hesaid。”Allthisenlistin’sbadenough。Thecountry’sbreakin’up；I
don’tknowwhatwe’recomin’to。”Heshookathickfingerattheroom：”Toomanywomennowadays，andtheydon’tknowwhattheywant。”
Sosaying，hegraspedthemapfirmlywithbothhands，andwentoutasifafraidofbeinganswered。
Thesevenwomenwhomhehadaddressedbrokeintoasubduedmurmur，outofwhichemergedFrancie’s，”Really，theForsytes！”andAuntJuley’s：”Hemusthavehisfeetinmustardandhotwaterto-night，Hester；willyoutellJane?Thebloodhasgonetohisheadagain，I’mafraid……”