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Whenever Holly or Jolly did anything unpleasing to her a not uncommon occurrence she would say to them: "The little Tayleurs never did that they were such well-brrred little children." Jolly hated the little Tayleurs; Holly wondered dreadfully how it was she fell so short of them. 'A thin rum little soul, old Jolyon thought her Mam'zelle Beauce.
The announcement in the marriage column of The Times, 'Jolyon Forsyte to Irene, only daughter of the late Professor Heron, had occasioned doubt whether Irene had been justly described.
But with young Jolyon following to his wife's room it was different. He found her seated on a chair before her dressing-glass, with her hands before her face. Her shoulders were shaking with sobs. This passion of hers for suffering was mysterious to him.
And again she squeezed her father's arm. Jolyon's face expressed quizzical despair. "Where is this desirable Gallery? Splendidly situated, I suppose?" "Just off Cork Street." 'Ah! thought Jolyon, 'I knew it was just off somewhere. Now for what I want out of her! "Well, I'll think of it, but not just now. You remember Irene? I want you to come with me and see her. Soames is after her again.
He shifted to the side window which overlooked the stableyard, and whistled down to the dog Balthasar who lay for ever under the clock tower. The old dog looked up and wagged his tail. 'Poor old boy! thought Jolyon, shifting back to the other window.
"Except myself," retorted Soames, "who am also in a damnable position. Hers is what she made for herself; mine what she made for me. I am not at all sure that in her own interests I shan't require her to return to me." "What!" exclaimed Jolyon; and a shiver went through his whole body.
"Well," said Soames; "I thought, for June's sake, I'd tell you, that's all; I thought you'd better know I shan't stand any nonsense!" "What is that to me?" old Jolyon took him up. "Oh! I don't know," said Soames, and flurried by that sharp look he was unable to say more. "Don't say I didn't tell you," he added sulkily, recovering his composure.
"All the rest of my property of whatsoever description I bequeath to my Trustees upon Trust to convert and hold the same upon the following trusts namely To pay thereout all my debts funeral expenses and outgoings of any kind in connection with my Will and to hold the residue thereof in trust for that male lineal descendant of my father Jolyon Forsyte by his marriage with Ann Pierce who after the decease of all lineal descendants whether male or female of my said father by his said marriage in being at the time of my death shall last attain the age of twenty-one years absolutely it being my desire that my property shall be nursed to the extreme limit permitted by the laws of England for the benefit of such male lineal descendant as aforesaid."
Everything was now fresh, dainty, and smelled of flowers. The general effect was silvery with touches of black, hydrangea colour, and gold. 'A woman of great taste, he thought. Time had dealt gently with Jolyon, for he was a Forsyte. But with Irene Time hardly seemed to deal at all, or such was his impression.
He was debating, and he argued like this: Jolyon drinks a glass, perhaps two, he's so careful of himself. James, he can't take his wine nowadays. Nicholas Fanny and he would swill water he shouldn't wonder! Soames didn't count; these young nephews Soames was thirty-one couldn't drink! But Bosinney?
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