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Updated: June 22, 2025
In their hearts they would even feel it an intervention of Providence, a retribution had not Bosinney endangered their two most priceless possessions, the pocket and the hearth? And they would talk of 'that unfortunate accident of young Bosinney's, but perhaps they would not talk silence might be better!
"Well, I don't know what you think," he said; "I dare say your sympathy's with him shouldn't be surprised; but I think he's behaving precious badly, and if he comes my way I shall tell him so." He dropped the subject. It was impossible to discuss with his son the true nature and meaning of Bosinney's defection. There seemed no end to the consequences of that piece of folly.
She must swallow down her scruples, and June must put her feelings in her pocket. She had done so once, on the day after the news of Bosinney's death; what she had done then, she could surely do again now. Four years since that injury was inflicted on her not Christian to keep the memory of old sores alive. June's will was strong, but his was stronger, for his sands were running out.
Instead of disturbing her, the news had a strangely calming effect; as though she saw in the prospect of this struggle new hope for herself. She learnt that the case was expected to come on in about a month, and there seemed little or no prospect of Bosinney's success. "And whatever he'll do I can't think," said Mrs.
Bosinney's absence did not disquiet her; she had felt instinctively that he would not defend himself. At the end of the judgment she hastened down, and took a cab to his rooms. She passed the open street-door and the offices on the three lower floors without attracting notice; not till she reached the top did her difficulties begin.
Or was Philip Bosinney's spirit diffused in the general? Who could say? That dog was getting his legs muddy! And he moved towards the coppice. There had been the most delightful lot of bluebells, and he knew where some still lingered like little patches of sky fallen in between the trees, away out of the sun.
A scent of dried violets rose to young Jolyon's nostrils. "Found in his breast pocket," said the Inspector; "the name has been cut away!" Young Jolyon with difficulty answered: "I'm afraid I cannot help you!" But vividly there rose before him the face he had seen light up, so tremulous and glad, at Bosinney's coming!
She had looked bad enough herself! It made George sorry to think of her travelling on with her trouble all alone. He followed close behind Bosinney's elbow tall, burly figure, saying nothing, dodging warily and shadowed him out into the fog. There was something here beyond a jest!
Fortunately he could not hear Bosinney's passionate pleading that pleading which the man of the world's conduct had let loose like a flood; he could not see Irene shivering, as though some garment had been torn from her, nor her eyes, black and mournful, like the eyes of a beaten child.
Loyal to his resolution, he turned away from their parting, turned away from his wife as she stood under the hanging lamp to say good-night away from the sight of her golden head shining so under the light, of her smiling mournful lips; away from the sight of Bosinney's eyes looking at her, so like a dog's looking at its master.
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