She could not see the tenacious Forsyte spirit working in that thin, tremulous shape against the extravagance of the emotion called up by this outrage on Forsyte principles--the Forsyte spirit deep in there, saying: 'You mustn't get into a fantod, it'll never do.

You won't digest your lunch.
You'll have a fit!' All unseen by her, it was doing better work in James than sal volatile.
"Drink this," she said.
James waved it aside.
"What was Winifred about," he said, "to let him take her pearls ?" Emily perceived the crisis past.
"She can have mine," she said comfortably.

"I never wear them.

She'd better get a divorce." "There you go!" said James.

"Divorce! We've never had a divorce in the family.