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Worst of all, he had no hope of shaking her resolution; she was as obstinate as a mule, always had been from a child. He didn't see where it was to end. They must cut their coat according to their cloth. He would not give way till he saw young Bosinney with an income of his own. That June would have trouble with the fellow was as plain as a pikestaff; he had no more idea of money than a cow.
He had run his quarry to earth on a bench under one of the lions in Trafalgar Square, a monster sphynx astray like themselves in that gulf of darkness. Here, rigid and silent, sat Bosinney, and George, in whose patience was a touch of strange brotherliness, took his stand behind.
She was too near a breakdown to care what she told him. "We dined at Soames's." "H'm! the man of property! His wife there and Bosinney?" "Yes." Old Jolyon's glance was fixed on her with the penetrating gaze from which it was difficult to hide; but she was not looking at him, and when she turned her face, he dropped his scrutiny at once. He had seen enough, and too much.
We won't talk of it. It'll all come right, I dare say." And James: "Well, I can't see how it can come right. And if she hasn't gone off with that young Bosinney, my advice to you is not to listen to her, but to follow her and get her back."
And Soames remarked: "Why can't we have the Spanish?" But no one answered. The olives were removed. Lifting her tumbler June demanded: "Give me some water, please." Water was given her. A silver tray was brought, with German plums. There was a lengthy pause. In perfect harmony all were eating them. Bosinney counted up the stones: "This year next year some time." Irene finished softly: "Never!
It was Bosinney who had pitched on the exact spot for the house as June had often told him. In these days he was thinking much about that young fellow, as if his spirit were really haunting the field of his last work, on the chance of seeing her. Bosinney the one man who had possessed her heart, to whom she had given her whole self with rapture!
Looking straight into the eyes of the strong, silent shareholder, old Jolyon said: "I now move, 'That the report and accounts for the year 1886 be received and adopted. You second that? Those in favour signify the same in the usual way. Contrary no. Carried. The next business, gentlemen...." Soames smiled. Certainly Uncle Jolyon had a way with him! But now his attention relapsed upon Bosinney.
"I want to say something to you, Phil," she said. "Yes?" The defensive tone of his voice brought the colour flying to her cheek, the words flying to her lips: "You don't give me a chance to be nice to you; you haven't for ages now!" Bosinney stared down at the street. He made no answer.... June cried passionately: "You know I want to do everything for you that I want to be everything to you...."
At tea-time he came down to the drawing-room, and found them talking, as he expressed it, nineteen to the dozen. Unobserved in the doorway, he congratulated himself that things were taking the right turn. It was lucky she and Bosinney got on; she seemed to be falling into line with the idea of the new house.
The result of this case would ruin Bosinney; a ruined man was desperate, but what could he do? He might go abroad, ruined men always went abroad. What could they do if indeed it was 'they' without money? It would be better to wait and see how things turned out. If necessary, he could have her watched. But he must decide, fix on some course of action before he got home.
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