The worst of it was that now Crum had spoken the word,he realised that he had long known subconsciously that his father was not 'the clean potato.'It was the beastliest thing that had ever happened to him--beastliest thing that had ever happened to any fellow!
And,down-hearted as he had never yet been,he came to Green Street,and let himself in with a smuggled latch-key.In the dining-room his plover's eggs were set invitingly,with some cut bread and butter,and a little whisky at the bottom of a decanter--just enough,as Winifred had thought,for him to feel himself a man.It made him sick to look at them,and he went upstairs.
Winifred heard him pass,and thought:'The dear boy's in.Thank goodness!If he takes after his father I don't know what I shall do!But he won't he's like me.Dear Val!'