His eyes went to the green, grey upland of down, and into the cloud-curdled sky, and came back to the glass-set wall.

He turned upon the cool shadows within, and amidst spots and blurs of colour regarded the giant child amidst that Rembrandtesque gloom, naked except for a swathing of flannel, seated upon a huge truss of straw and playing with its toes.
"I begin to see what we have done," he said.
He mused, and young Caddles and his own child and Cossar's brood mingled in his musing.
He laughed abruptly.

"Good Lord!" he said at some passing thought.
He roused himself presently and addressed Mrs.Skinner.

"Anyhow he mustn't be tortured by a break in his food.

That at least we can prevent.