"I suppose there's someone," he said.
A shrug moved Jolyon's shoulders.
"I don't know at all.

I imagine you may have both lived as if the other were dead.

It's usual in these cases." Soames turned to the window.

A few early fallen oak-leaves strewed the terrace already, and were rolling round in the wind.

Jolyon saw the figures of Holly and Val Dartie moving across the lawn towards the stables.