"Jerrold, have you been ill?"
"No. What makes you think so?"
"You look ill. You look as if you hadn't slept for ages."
"I haven't. I've been frightfully worried about Colin."
"Have you any idea what set him off again?"
"I believe it was those infernal tractors. He would go out with them after you'd left. He said he'd have to, as long as you weren't there. And he couldn't stand the row. Eliot said it would be that. And the responsibility, the feeling that everything depended on him."
"I see. I oughtn't to have left him."
"It looks like it."
"What else did Eliot say?"
"Oh, he thinks perhaps he might be better at the Farm than up here. He thinks it's bad for him sleeping in that room where he was frightened when he was a kid. He says it all hooks on to that. What's more, he says he may go on having these relapses for years. Any noise or strain or excitement'll bring them on. Do you mind his being at the Farm again?"