Drake kisses his lover, a brief parting gesture, before cleaning himself up and dressing in his casuals.

He ventures downstairs to see if Mrs Ramsay's coals are still hot enough for a compress. He is met with a gimlet-eyed stare.

"Well, no wonder his leg is hurting!" she scolded. "You shouldn't be indulging yourself with him in that condition. Run along with you - I will fetch the doctor his medicine without your fussing."

Drake returns to their room, scarlet and mortified.