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"Yes," said Soames, and there was a deadly quality in his voice. "I've not forgotten the nickname your father gave me, 'The man of property'! I'm not called names for nothing." "This is fantastic," murmured Jolyon. Well, the fellow couldn't force his wife to live with him. Those days were past, anyway!
How he had gazed and gaped at this ruin of his past intention; furtively nosing at the walls and stairway, appraising everything! And intuitively Jolyon thought: 'I believe the fellow even now would like to be living here. He could never leave off longing for what he once owned! Well, I must act, somehow or other; but it's a bore a great bore.
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."
And, seeing her approach, he thought: 'She has more sense than June, child though she is; more wisdom. Thank God she isn't going out. She had seated herself in the swing, very silent and still. 'She feels this, thought Jolyon, 'as much as I' and, seeing her eyes fixed on him, he said: "Don't take it to heart too much, my child. If he weren't ill, he might be in much greater danger."
"Was that old Uncle Jolyon? Mother always says he was a topper." "He was," said Holly simply, and opened the stable door. In a loose-box stood a silver roan of about fifteen hands, with a long black tail and mane. "This is mine Fairy." "Ah!" said Val, "she's a jolly palfrey. But you ought to bang her tail. She'd look much smarter."
"Thanks I don't know that it's much of a subject for congratulation." "No?" queried young Jolyon; "I should have thought you'd be glad to get a long job like that off your hands; but I suppose you feel it much as I do when I part with a picture a sort of child?" He looked kindly at Bosinney. "Yes," said the latter more cordially, "it goes out from you and there's an end of it.
In the little room to which he followed them, Irene stood by the open window, and the 'fellow' close to her by a big chair. Soames pulled the door to behind him with a slam; the sound carried him back all those years to the day when he had shut out Jolyon shut him out for meddling with his affairs. "Well," he said, "what have you to say for yourselves?" The fellow had the effrontery to smile.
"That settles it," said Jolyon dryly, then catching the expression on her face, he kissed her, with the thought: 'Is anything more pathetic than the faith of the young? Unless he actually forbade her going it was obvious that he must make the best of it, so he went up to town with June.
"By George!" said Jolyon, "that's profound, Jon. Is it your own? The Past! Old ownerships, old passions, and their aftermath. Let's have cigarettes." Conscious that his mother had lifted her hand to her lips, quickly, as if to hush something, Jon handed the cigarettes. He lighted his father's and Fleur's, then one for himself. Had he taken the knock that Val had spoken of?
"Look here, Warmson, you go to the inner cellar, and on the middle shelf of the end bin on the left you'll see seven bottles; take the one in the centre, and don't shake it. It's the last of the Madeira I had from Mr. Jolyon when we came in here never been moved; it ought to be in prime condition still; but I don't know, I can't tell." "Very good, sir," responded the withdrawing Warmson.
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