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.
Winifred had turned away, and was taking a long sniff from a little gold-topped bottle.

A dull commiseration, together with a vague sense of injury, crept about Soames' heart.