"You must be glad at any rate to have got home," said Phineas.
"Home! I don't know what you call home. I don't suppose I shall ever feel any place to be home again."
"You'll go to Saulsby;—will you not?"
"How can I tell? If Chiltern would have kept the house up, of course I should have gone there. But he never would do anything like anybody else. Violet wants me to go to that place they've got there, but I shan't do that."
"It's a comfortable house."
"I hate horses and dogs, and I won't go."
There was nothing more to be said on that point. "I hope Lady Laura is well."
"No, she's not. How should she be well? She's anything but well. She'll be in directly, but she thought I ought to see you first. I suppose this wretched man is really mad."
"I am told so."
"He never was anything else since I knew him. What are we to do now? Forster says it won't look well to ask for a separation only because he's insane. He tried to shoot you?"