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 slip beyond her keeping。

〃Very nice for the young man;〃 she said; 〃and he's a good…looking young fellow; but I doubt if he's quite the right lover for dear June。〃

Soames touched the edge of a gold…lacquered lustre。

〃She'll tame him;〃 he said; stealthily wetting his finger and rubbing it on the knobby bulbs。  〃That's genuine old lacquer; you can't get it nowadays。  It'd do well in a sale at Jobson's。〃 He spoke with relish; as though he felt that he was cheering up his old aunt。  It was seldom he was so confidential。  〃I wouldn't mind having it myself;〃 he added; 〃you can always get your price for old lacquer。〃

〃You're so clever with all those things;〃 said Aunt Ann。  〃And how is dear Irene?〃

Soames's smile died。

〃Pretty well;〃 he said。  〃Complains she can't sleep; she sleeps a great deal better than I do;〃 and he looked at his wife; who was talking to Bosinney by the door。

Aunt Ann sighed。

〃Perhaps;〃 she said; 〃it will be just as well for her not to see so much of June。  She's such a decided character; dear June!〃

Soames flushed; his flushes passed rapidly over his flat cheeks and centered between his eyes; where they remained; the stamp of disturbing thoughts。

〃I don't know what she sees in that little flibbertigibbet;〃 he burst out; but noticing that they were no longer alone; he turned and again began examining the lustre。

〃They tell me Jolyon's bought another house;〃 said his father's voice close by; 〃he must have a lot of moneyhe must have more money than he knows what to do with!  Montpellier Square; they say; close to Soames!  They never told me; Irene never tells me anything!〃

〃Capital position; not two minutes from me;〃 said the voice of Swithin; 〃and from my rooms I can drive to the Club in eight。〃

The position of their houses was of vital importance to the Forsytes; nor was this remarkable; since the whole spirit of their success was embodied therein。

Their father; of farming stock; had come from Dorsetshire near the beginning of the century。

'Superior Dosset Forsyte; as he was called by his intimates; had been a stonemason by trade; and risen to the position of a master…builder。

Towards the end of his life he moved to London; where; building on until he died; he was buried at Highgate。  He left over thirty thousand pounds between his ten children。  Old Jolyon alluded to him; if at all; as 'A hard; thick sort of man; not much refinement about him。' The second generation of Forsytes felt indeed that; he was not greatly to their credit。  The only aristocratic trait they could find in his character was a habit of drinking Madeira。

Aunt Hester; an authority on family history; described him thus: 〃I don't recollect that he ever did anything; at least; not in my time。  He was  eran owner of houses; my dear。  His hair about your Uncle Swithin's colour; rather a square build。  Tall?  No not very tall〃 (he had been five feet; five; with a mottled face); 〃a fresh…coloured man。  I remember he used to drink Madeira; but ask your Aunt Ann。  What was his father?  Heer had to do with the land down in Dorsetshire; by the sea。〃

James once went down to see for himself what sort of place this was that they had come from。  He found two old farms; with a cart track rutted into the pink earth; leading down to a mill by the beach; a little grey church with a buttressed outer wall; and a smaller and greyer chapel。  The stream which worked the mill came bubbling down in a dozen rivulets; and pigs were hunting round that estuary。  A haze hovered over the prospect。  Down this hollow; with their feet deep in the mud and their faces towards the sea; it appeared that the primeval Forsytes had been content to walk Sunday after Sunday for hundreds of years。

Whether or no James had cherished hopes of an inheritance; or of something rather distinguished to be found down there; he came back to town in a poor way; and went about with a pathetic attempt at making the best of a bad job。

〃There's very little to be had out of that;〃 he said; 〃regular country little place; old as the hills。。。。〃

Its age was felt to be a comfort。  Old Jolyon; in whom a desperate honesty welled up at times; would allude to his ancestors as: 〃YeomenI suppose very small beer。〃  Yet he would repeat the word 'yeomen' as if it afforded him consolation。

They had all done so well for themselves; these Forsytes; that they were all what is called 'of a certain position。' They had shares in all sorts of things; not as yetwith the exception of Timothyin consols; for they had no dread in life like that of 3 per cent。 for their money。  They collected pictures; too; and were supporters of such charitable  institutions as might be beneficial to their sick domestics。  From their father; the builder; they inherited a talent for bricks and mortar。 Originally; perhaps; members of some primitive sect; they were now in the natural course of things members of the Church of England; and caused their wives and children to attend with some regularity the more fashionable churches of the Metropolis。  To have doubted their Christianity would have caused them both pain and surprise。  Some of them paid for pews; thus expressing in the most practical form their sympathy with the teachings of Christ。

Their residences; placed at stated intervals round the park; watched like sentinels; lest the fair heart of this London; where their desires were fixed; should slip from their clutches; and leave them lower in their own estimations。

There was old Jolyon in Stanhope Place; the Jameses in Park Lane; Swithin in the lonely glory of orange and blue chambers in Hyde Park Mansionshe had never married; not hethe Soamses in their nest off Knightsbridge; the Rogers in Prince's Gardens (Roger was that remarkable Forsyte who had conceived and carried out the notion of bringing up his four sons to a new profession。

〃Collect house property; nothing like it;〃 he would say; 〃I never did anything else〃)。

The Haymans againMrs。 Hayman was the one married Forsyte sisterin a house high up on Campden Hill; shaped like a giraffe; and so tall that it gave the observer a crick in the neck; the Nicholases in Ladbroke Grove; a spacious abode and a great bargain; and last; but not least; Timothy's on the Bayswater Road; where Ann; and Juley; and Hester; lived under his protection。

But all this time James was musing; and now he inquired of his host and brother what he had given for that house in Montpellier Square。  He himself had had his eye on a house there for the last two years; but they wanted such a price。

Old Jolyon recounted the details of his purchase。

〃Twenty…two years to run?〃 repeated James; 〃The very house I was afteryou've given too much for it!〃

Old Jolyon frowned。

〃It's not that I want it;〃 said James hastily; it wouldn't suit my purpose at that price。  Soames knows the house; wellhe'll tell you it's too dearhis opinion's worth having。〃

〃I don't;〃 said old Jolyon; 〃care a fig for his opinion。〃

〃Well;〃 murmured James; 〃you will have your own wayit's a good opinion。  Good…bye!  We're going to drive down to Hurlingham。 They tell me June's going to Wales。  You'll be lonely tomorrow。 What'll you do with yourself?  You'd better come and dine with us!〃

Old Jolyon refused。  He went down to the front door and saw them into their barouche; and twinkled at them; having already forgotten his spleenMrs。 James facing the horses; tall and majestic with auburn hair; on her left; Irenethe two husbands; father and son; sitting forward; as though they expected something; opposite their wives。  Bobbing and bounding upon the

spring cushions; silent; swaying to each motion of their chariot; old Jolyon watched them drive away under the sunlight。

During the drive the silence was broken by Mrs。 James。

〃Did you ever see such a collection of rumty…too people?〃

Soames; glancing at her beneath his eyelids; nodded; and he saw Irene steal at him one of her unfathomable looks。  It is likely enough that each branch of the Forsyte family made that remark as they drove away from old Jolyon's 'At Home!'

Amongst the last of the departing guests the fourth and fifth brothers; Nicholas and Roger; walked away together; directing their steps alongside Hyde

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