He was not prepared after long years of service to his country to be spoken to as if he was a raw recruit. ,
He told the Marquis what he thought of his behaviour and that ended any communication between The Hall and The Manor.
“He is a sick man, darling,” Mrs. Winterton had expostulated when her husband told her what had happened.
“Sick or not the way he behaves is intolerable!” Colonel Winterton had replied. “The doctor and the Vicar have both told me that they avoid whenever possible going to The Hall because he is so exceedingly unpleasant.”
“Yes, I know. Everybody in the village says the same thing,” Mrs. Winterton sighed, “and it is a great pity. But I cannot imagine how he could get any better.”
The Marquis actually grew worse and, when he finally died, it would have been untrue
