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an; it eludes him; slips away; as the glow of the wine he has drunk is slipping away; leaving him cross; and conscious of his liver。  He feels that he has been extravagant; prodigal of something; virtue has gone out of him。 He did not desire this glimpse of what lay under the three stars of his catalogue。  God forbid that he should know anything about the forces of Nature!  God forbid that he should admit for a moment that there are such things!  Once admit that; and where was he?  One paid a shilling for entrance; and another for the programme。

The look which June had seen; which other Forsytes had seen; was like the sudden flashing of a candle through a hole in some imaginary canvas; behind which it was being movedthe sudden flaming…out of a vague; erratic glow; shadowy and enticing。  It brought home to onlookers the consciousness that dangerous forces were at work。  For a moment they noticed it with pleasure; with interest; then felt they must not notice it at all。

It supplied; however; the reason of June's coming so late and disappearing again without dancing; without even shaking hands with her lover。  She was ill; it was said; and no wonder。

But here they looked at each other guiltily。  They had no desire to spread scandal; no desire to be ill…natured。  Who would have? And to outsiders no word was breathed; unwritten law keeping them silent。

Then came the news that June had gone to the seaside with old Jolyon。

He had carried her off to Broadstairs; for which place there was just then a feeling; Yarmouth having lost caste; in spite of Nicholas; and no Forsyte going to the sea without intending to have an air for his money such as would render him bilious in a week。  That fatally aristocratic tendency of the first Forsyte to drink Madeira had left his descendants undoubtedly accessible。

So June went to the sea。  The family awaited developments; there was nothing else to do。

But how farhow far had 'those two' gone?  How far were they going to go?  Could they really be going at all?  Nothing could surely come of it; for neither of them had any money。  At the most a flirtation; ending; as all such attachments should; at the proper time。

Soames' sister; Winifred Dartie; who had imbibed with the breezes of Mayfairshe lived in Green Streetmore fashionable principles in regard to matrimonial behaviour than were current; for instance; in Ladbroke Grove; laughed at the idea of there being anything in it。  The 'little thing'Irene was taller than herself; and it was real testimony to the solid worth of a Forsyte that she should always thus be a 'little thing'the little thing was bored。  Why shouldn't she amuse herself?  Soames was rather tiring; and as to Mr。 Bosinneyonly that buffoon George would have called him the Buccaneershe maintained that he was very chic。

This dictumthat Bosinney was chiccaused quit a sensation。  It failed to convince。  That he was 'good…looking in a way' they were prepared to admit; but that anyone could call a man with his pronounced cheekbones; curious eyes; arid soft felt hats chic was only another instance of Winifred's extravagant way of running after something new。

It was that famous summer when extravagance was fashionable; when the very earth was extravagant; chestnut…trees spread with blossom; and flowers drenched in perfume; as they had never been before; when roses blew in every garden; and for the swarming stars the nights had hardly space; when every day and all day long the sun; in full armour; swung his brazen shield above the Park; and people did strange things; lunching and dining in the open air。  Unprecedented was the tale of cabs and carriages that streamed across the bridges of the shining river; bearing the upper…middle class in thousands to the green glories of Bushey; Richmond; Kew; and Hampton Court。  Almost every family with any pretensions to be of the carriage…class paid one visit that year to the horse…chestnuts at Bushey; or took one drive amongst the Spanish chestnuts of Richmond Park。  Bowling smoothly; if dustily; along; in a cloud of their own creation; they would stare fashionably at the antlered heads which the great slow deer raised out of a forest of bracken that promised to autumn lovers such cover as was never seen before。  And now and again; as the amorous perfume of chestnut flowers and of fern was drifted too near; one would say to the other: 〃My dear!  What a peculiar scent!〃

And the lime…flowers that year were of rare prime; near honey…coloured。  At the corners of London squares they gave out; as the sun went down; a perfume sweeter than the honey bees had takena perfume that stirred a yearning unnamable in the hearts of Forsytes and their peers; taking the cool after dinner in the precincts of those gardens to which they alone had keys。

And that yearning made them linger amidst the dim shapes of flower…beds in the failing daylight; made them turn; and turn; and turn again; as though lovers were waiting for themwaiting for the last light to die away under the shadow of the branches。

Some vague sympathy evoked by the scent of the limes; some sisterly desire to see for herself; some idea of demonstrating the soundness of her dictum that there was 'nothing in it'; or merely the craving to drive down to Richmond; irresistible that summer; moved the mother of the little Darties (of little

Publius; of Imogen; Maud; and Benedict) to write the following note to her sister…in…law:


'DEAR IRENE; 'June 30。

'I hear that Soames is going to Henley tomorrow for the night。  I thought it would be great fun if we made up a little party and drove down to; Richmond。  Will you ask Mr。 Bosinney; and I will get young Flippard。

'Emily (they called their mother Emilyit was so chic) will lend us the carriage。  I will call for you and your young man at seven o'clock。

'Your affectionate sister;

'WINIFRED DARTIE。

'Montague believes the dinner at the Crown and Sceptre to be quite eatable。'


Montague was Dartie's second and better known namehis first being Moses; for he was nothing if not a man of the world。

Her plan met with more opposition from Providence than so benevolent a scheme deserved。  In the first place young Flippard wrote:


'DEAR Mrs。 DARTIE;

'Awfully sorry。  Engaged two deep。

'Yours;

'AUGUSTUS FLIPPARD。'


It was late to send into the byeways and hedges to remedy this misfortune。  With the promptitude and conduct of a mother; Winifred fell back on her husband。  She had; indeed; the decided but tolerant temperament that goes with a good deal of profile; fair hair; and greenish eyes。  She was seldom or never at a loss; or if at a loss; was always able to convert it into a gain。

Dartie; too; was in good feather。  Erotic had failed to win the Lancashire Cup。  Indeed; that celebrated animal; owned as he was by a pillar of the turf; who had secretly laid many thousands against him; had not even started。  The forty…eight hours that followed his scratching were among the darkest in Dartie's life。

Visions of James haunted him day and night。  Black thoughts about Soames mingled with the faintest hopes。  On the Friday night he got drunk; so greatly was he affected。  But on Saturday morning the true Stock Exchange instinct triumphed within him。  Owing some hundreds; which by no possibility could he pay; he went into town and put them all on Concertina for the Saltown Borough Handicap。

As he said to Major Scrotton; with whom he lunched at the Iseeum: 〃That little Jew boy; Nathans; had given him the tip。  He didn't care a cursh。  He wash ina mucker。  If it didn't come upwell then; damme; the old man would have to pay!〃

A bottle of Pol Roger to his own cheek had given him a new contempt for James。

It came up。  Concertina was squeezed home by her necka terrible squeak!  But; as Dartie said: There was nothing like pluck!

He was by no means averse to the expedition to Richmond。  He would 'stand' it himself!  He cherished an admiration for Irene; and wished to be on more playful terms with her。

At half…past five the Park Lane footman came round to say: Mrs。 Forsyte was very sorry; but one of the horses was coughing!

Undaunted by this further blow; Winifred at once despatched little Publius (now aged s

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