Explore "The Forsyte Saga, Part 5: To Let" by John Galsworthy on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
On reaching home Fleur found an atmosphere so peculiar that it penetrated even the perplexed aura of her own private life. Her mother was inaccessibly entrenched in a brown study; her father contemplating fate in the vinery. Neither of them had a word to throw to a dog. 'Is it because of me?' thought Fleur. 'Or because of Profond?' To her mother she said: "What's the matter with Father?"
Her mother answered with a shrug of her shoulders.