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He had to go up to Town that morning on Forsyte affairs, and was fully conscious of Gradman's glance sidelong over his spectacles. The old clerk had about him an aura of regretful congratulation. He smelled, as it were, of old days. One could almost hear him thinking: "Mr. Jolyon, ye-es just my age, and gone dear, dear! I dare say she feels it. She was a naice-lookin' woman. Flesh is flesh!
She will always remember best in her life that morning when at last she saw amongst the reliable Cause List of the Times newspaper, under the heading of Court XIII, Mr. Justice Bentham, the case of Forsyte v. Bosinney. Like a gambler who stakes his last piece of money, she had prepared to hazard her all upon this throw; it was not her nature to contemplate defeat.
There are moments, too, when in a picture-gallery, a work, noted by the casual spectator as ......Titian remarkably fine, breaks through the defences of some Forsyte better lunched perhaps than his fellows, and holds him spellbound in a kind of ecstasy. There are things, he feels there are things here which well, which are things.
And yet it would be the easiest and wealthiest way out of the impasse, now that Jolyon was gone. The juncture of two Forsyte fortunes had a kind of conservative charm. And she Irene would be linked to him once more. Nonsense! Absurd! He put the notion from his head. On reaching home he heard the click of billiard-balls; and through the window saw young Mont sprawling over the table.
"No real sportsman cares for money," he would say, borrowing a 'pony' if it was no use trying for a 'monkey. There was something delicious about Montague Dartie. He was, as George Forsyte said, a 'daisy.
About the house of Forsyte and Treffry in the City had clung an air of enterprise and mystery, of special dealings in special ships, at special ports, with special Orientals. He had worked at that business! Men did work in those days! these young pups hardly knew the meaning of the word. He had gone into every detail, known everything that went on, sometimes sat up all night over it.
She passed the islands, the station, and hotel, and was about to take the ferry, when she saw a skiff with a young man standing up in it, and holding to the bushes. "Miss Forsyte," he said; "let me put you across. I've come on purpose." She looked at him in blank amazement. "It's all right, I've been having tea with your people. I thought I'd save you the last bit.
"In the Groceries?" she said softly; and, taking 'Passion and Paregoric' from the table, added: "And so you'll lend me this, dear Auntie? Good-bye!" and went away. James left almost immediately after; he was late as it was. When he reached the office of Forsyte, Bustard and Forsyte, he found Soames, sitting in his revolving, chair, drawing up a defence.
I want to see you. He walked up St. James's Street and confided it to the porter at the Hotch Potch. "Give Mr. Jolyon Forsyte this as soon as he comes in," he said, and took one of the new motor cabs into the City.... Jolyon received that card the same afternoon, and turned his face towards the Connoisseurs. What did Soames want now? Had he got wind of Paris? And stepping across St.
Times were not what they were, and his son had lost a leg, and they never gave him those nice little plaited baskets to carry the stuff in now, and these Tubes were convenient things still he mustn't complain; his health was good considering his time of life, and after fifty-four years in the Law he was getting a round eight hundred a year and a little worried of late, because it was mostly collector's commission on the rents, and with all this conversion of Forsyte property going on, it looked like drying up, and the price of living still so high; but it was no good worrying "The good God made us all" as he was in the habit of saying; still, house property in London he didn't know what Mr.
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