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He had never committed the imprudence of marrying, or encumbering himself in any way with children. James resumed, tapping the piece of china: "This isn't real old Worcester. I s'pose Jolyon's told you something about the young man. From all I can learn, he's got no business, no income, and no connection worth speaking of; but then, I know nothing nobody tells me anything."
In the irritable desolation of his soul he went into the Goupenor Gallery. That chap Jolyon's watercolours were on view there. He went in to look down his nose at them it might give him some faint satisfaction.
"I will lock up and put out." When he again entered the dining-room the cat unfortunately preceded him, with her tail in the air, proclaiming that she had seen through this manouevre for suppressing the butler from the first.... A fatality had dogged old Jolyon's domestic stratagems all his life. Young Jolyon could not help smiling.
"Oh! you do?" he said dryly; "I gave five hundred for it." "Fancy! Women aren't made like that even if they are black." Soames uttered a glum laugh. "You didn't come up to tell me that." "No. Do you know that Jolyon's boy is staying with Val and his wife?" Soames spun round. "What?" "Yes," drawled Winifred; "he's gone to live with them there while he learns farming."
Old Jolyon's heart gave a flutter, and for a second the room was clouded; then it cleared, and he said with a twinkle: "Who's been dressing her up?" "Mam'zelle." "Hollee! Don't be foolish!" That prim little Frenchwoman! She hadn't yet got over the music lessons being taken away from her. That wouldn't help. His little sweet was the only friend they had. Well, they were her lessons.
She might be safer if we could give her asylum somewhere." The word asylum, which he had used by chance, was of all most calculated to rouse June's interest. "Irene! I haven't seen her since! Of course! I'd love to help her." It was Jolyon's turn to squeeze her arm, in warm admiration for this spirited, generous-hearted little creature of his begetting.
And this was her plan: To go first to Phil's aunt, Mrs. Baynes, and, failing information there, to Irene herself. She had no clear notion of what she would gain by these visits. At three o'clock she was in Lowndes Square. With a woman's instinct when trouble is to be faced, she had put on her best frock, and went to the battle with a glance as courageous as old Jolyon's itself.
The colour in old Jolyon's eyes deepened; he paid his guinea. They had not forgotten him. He marched in, to the sounds of the overture, like an old war-horse to battle. Folding his opera hat, he sat down, drew out his lavender gloves in the old way, and took up his glasses for a long look round the house. Dropping them at last on his folded hat, he fixed his eyes on the curtain.
He's got no children" and stopped, recollecting the continued existence of old Jolyon's son, young Jolyon, June's father, who had made such a mess of it, and done for himself by deserting his wife and child and running away with that foreign governess. "Well," he resumed hastily, "if he likes to do these things, I s'pose he can afford to. Now, what's he going to give her?
In that old war, of course, his nephew Val Dartie had been wounded, that fellow Jolyon's first son had died of enteric, "the Dromios" had gone out on horses, and June had been a nurse; but all that had seemed in the nature of a portent, while in THIS war everybody had done "their bit," so far as he could make out, as a matter of course.
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