Soames found her with a letter in her hand.
“That from Val,” he asked gloomily. “What does he say?”
“He says he’s married,” said Winifred.
“Whom to, for Goodness’ sake?”
Winifred looked up at him.
“To Holly Forsyte, Jolyon’s daughter.”
“What?”
“He got leave and did it. I didn’t even know he knew her. Awkward, isn’t it?”
Soames uttered a short laugh at that characteristic minimisation.
“Awkward! Well, I don’t suppose they’ll hear about this till they come back. They’d better stay out there. That fellow will give her money.”