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And again she squeezed her father's arm. Jolyon's face expressed quizzical despair. "Where is this desirable Gallery? Splendidly situated, I suppose?" "Just off Cork Street." 'Ah! thought Jolyon, 'I knew it was just off somewhere. Now for what I want out of her! "Well, I'll think of it, but not just now. You remember Irene? I want you to come with me and see her. Soames is after her again.
Soames spun round, and met his visitor's eyes, and at the look he saw in them, a sound like a snarl escaped him. He drew his lips back in the ghost of a smile. "This is my house," he said; "I manage my own affairs. I've told you once I tell you again; we are not at home." And in young Jolyon's face he slammed the door. By John Galsworthy Contents: Indian Summer of a Forsyte In Chancery
And his eyes grew soft, his voice, and thin-veined hands soft, and soft his heart within him. And to those small creatures he became at once a place of pleasure, a place where they were secure, and could talk and laugh and play; till, like sunshine, there radiated from old Jolyon's wicker chair the perfect gaiety of three hearts.
'He is not he is not! were the words which kept forming on her lips. A little private hotel over a well-known restaurant near the Gare St. Lazare was Jolyon's haunt in Paris. He hated his fellow Forsytes abroad vapid as fish out of water in their well-trodden runs, the Opera, Rue de Rivoli, and Moulin Rouge.
A young woman still twenty-eight perhaps. Ah, well! Very likely she had another lover by now. But at this subversive thought for married women should never love: once, even, had been too much his instep rose, and with it the dog Balthasar's head. The sagacious animal stood up and looked into old Jolyon's face. 'Walk? he seemed to say; and old Jolyon answered: "Come on, old chap!"
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!
'My Love! he thought; 'the boy! And with a great effort he tottered in through the long window, and sank into old Jolyon's chair. The book was there, a pencil in it; he caught it up, scribbled a word on the open page.... His hand dropped.... So it was like this was it?... There was a great wrench; and darkness....
"I don't know what she sees in that little flibbertigibbet," he burst out, but noticing that they were no longer alone, he turned and again began examining the lustre. "They tell me Jolyon's bought another house," said his father's voice close by; "he must have a lot of money he must have more money than he knows what to do with! Montpellier Square, they say; close to Soames!
"I've got so many expenses. Your father...." and he was silent. "Cousin Jolyon's got an awfully jolly place. I went down there with Uncle Soames ripping stables." "Ah!" murmured James profoundly. "That house I knew how it would be!" And he lapsed into gloomy meditation over his fish-bones.
A young woman still twenty-eight perhaps. Ah, well! Very likely she had another lover by now. But at this subversive thought for married women should never love: once, even, had been too much his instep rose, and with it the dog Balthasar's head. The sagacious animal stood up and looked into old Jolyon's face. 'Walk? he seemed to say; and old Jolyon answered: "Come on, old chap!"
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