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Her father had turned from his picture, and was staring at his feet. He looked very grey. 'He has nice small feet, she thought, catching his eye, at once averted from her. "You're my only comfort," said Soames suddenly, "and you go on like this." Fleur's heart began to beat. "Like what, dear?" Again Soames gave her a look which, but for the affection in it, might have been called furtive.

He saw Irene's face alive with startled feeling, gave the slightest shake of his head, and slipped his arm through Fleur's. "Come along!" he said. She did not move. "Didn't you hear, Father? Isn't it queer our name's the same. Are we cousins?" "What's that?" he said. "Forsyte? Distant, perhaps." "My name's Jolyon, sir. Jon, for short." "Oh! Ah!" said Soames. "Yes. Distant. How are you?

He was the architect of this very house that we live in now, he was building it for her and Fleur's father to live in, a new prison to hold her, in place of the one she inhabited with him in London. Perhaps that fact played some part in what came of it. But in any case she, too, fell in love with him.

Old days, and Irene in grey silk shot with palest green. He looked, sideways, at Fleur's face. Rather colourless no light, no eagerness! That love affair was preying on her a bad business! He looked beyond, at his wife's face, rather more touched up than usual, a little disdainful not that she had any business to disdain, so far as he could see.

Old days, and Irene in grey silk shot with palest green. He looked, sideways, at Fleur's face. Rather colourless-no light, no eagerness! That love affair was preying on her a bad business! He looked beyond, at his wife's face, rather more touched up than usual, a little disdainful not that she had any business to disdain, so far as he could see.

For the same reason, all that had been told Fleur was: "We've got a youngster staying with us." The two yearlings, as Val called them in his thoughts, met therefore in a manner which for unpreparedness left nothing to be desired. They were thus introduced by Holly: "This is Jon, my little brother; Fleur's a cousin of ours, Jon."

Forsytes, Haymans, Tweetymans, sat in the left aisle; Monts, Charwells; Muskhams in the right; while a sprinkling of Fleur's fellow-sufferers at school, and of Mont's fellow-sufferers in, the War, gaped indiscriminately from either side, and three maiden ladies, who had dropped in on their way from Skyward's brought up the rear, together with two Mont retainers and Fleur's old nurse.

A dead ass, before we had got a league, put a sudden stop to La Fleur's career; his bidet would not pass by it, a contention arose betwixt them, and the poor fellow was kick'd out of his jack- boots the very first kick. La Fleur bore his fall like a French Christian, saying neither more nor less upon it, than Diable!

Soames, whose attitude toward theatres was to go to nothing, accepted, because Fleur's attitude was to go to everything. They motored up, taking Michael Mont, who, being in his seventh heaven, was found by Winifred "very amusing." "The Beggar's Opera" puzzled Soames. The people were very unpleasant, the whole thing very cynical. Winifred was "intrigued" by the dresses.

Since Val's advice to him to ask his sister what was the matter between the two families, so much had happened Fleur's disclosure in the Green Park, her visit to Robin Hill, to-day's meeting that there seemed nothing to ask. He talked of Spain, his sunstroke, Val's horses, their father's health. Holly startled him by saying that she thought their father not at all well.

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