Bill coughed a few more times, wondering if this was the end. It bloody well felt like it. When he had recovered enough to say more, he said: "Ye can't do that, Jane. Lottie doesn't even know ye. This is 'er 'ouse. And the children don't even know of ye. They know nothing. And I mean to keep it that way. Write to yer 'ospital and ask 'em to take ye back. I'll come up to see ye. To see all of ye."