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Having eaten cold beef, pickled walnut, gooseberry tart, and drunk stone-bottle ginger-beer, they walked into the Park, and light talk was succeeded by the silence Jolyon had dreaded. "You haven't told me about Paris," he said at last. "No. I've been shadowed for a long time; one gets used to that. But then Soames came. By the little Niobe the same story; would I go back to him?" "Incredible!"
As for George's nickname 'The Buccaneer' he did not think much of that. And, seeing Bosinney turn to June, Soames smiled too, but sardonically he did not like June, who was not looking too pleased. This was not surprising, for she had just held the following conversation with James: "I stayed on the river on my way home, Uncle James, and saw a beautiful site for a house."
Soames interrupted suddenly: "If he doesn't comply we can't bring proceedings for six months. I want to get on with the matter, Bellby." Mr. Bellby, who had the ghost of an Irish brogue, smiled at Winifred and murmured: "The Law's delays, Mrs. Dartie." "Six months!" repeated Soames; "it'll drive it up to June! We shan't get the suit on till after the long vacation.
Soames, scenting the approach of a jest, closed up, and answered: "I wanted to ask you about Dartie. I hear he's...." "Flitted, made a bolt to Buenos Aires with the fair Lola. Good for Winifred and the little Darties. He's a treat." Soames nodded. Naturally inimical as these cousins were, Dartie made them kin.
"The rest of the firm had better make haste and retire." Mont laughed. "You'll see," he said. "There's going to be a big change. The possessive principle has got its shutters up." "What?" said Soames. "The house is to let! Good-bye, sir; I'm off now." Soames watched his daughter give her hand, saw her wince at the squeeze it received, and distinctly heard the young man's sigh as he passed out.
Anyone who comes between man and wife, you know, incurs heavy responsibility." Jolyon rose and made him a slight bow. "Good-bye," he said, and, without offering to shake hands, moved away, leaving Soames staring after him. 'We Forsytes, thought Jolyon, hailing a cab, 'are very civilised. With simpler folk that might have come to a row. If it weren't for my boy going to the war.... The war!
And the greatest spinner of all, his own tenacity, for ever wrapping its cocoon of threads round any clear way out. What was that fellow hanging round Irene for? Was it really as Polteed suggested? Or was Jolyon but taking compassion on her loneliness, as he would call it sentimental radical chap that he had always been? If it were, indeed, as Polteed hinted! Soames stood still. It could not be!
She knew nearly for certain! It was most unlikely; circumstances had changed! Irene's words still rang in her head: "I have left Soames. Where should I go?" But she kept silence about that. If her grandfather would only buy it and settle that wretched claim that ought never to have been made on Phil! It would be the very best thing for everybody, and everything everything might come straight.
He had stopped to look in at a picture shop, for Soames was an 'amateur' of pictures, and had a little-room in No. 62, Montpellier Square, full of canvases, stacked against the wall, which he had no room to hang.
"Oh! that, sir," replied Smither doubtfully, "I couldn't take on me to say. I think he might; he really is a wonderful man for his age." Soames moved into the doorway, and, waiting for Timothy to turn, said in a loud voice: "Uncle Timothy!" Timothy trailed back half-way, and halted. "Eh?" he said. "Soames," cried Soames at the top of his voice, holding out his hand, "Soames Forsyte!"