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Thereon Bosinney rose and hid himself, according to previous arrangement, in the little study, to wait for her departure. "My dear," said Aunt Juley, "how thin he is! I've often noticed it with engaged people; but you mustn't let it get worse. There's Barlow's extract of veal; it did your Uncle Swithin a lot of good."
There was a moment's hush, and then the flood-gates opened. "I can tell you nothing, Aunt Juley. I know no more than you do. We met we only met the father and mother abroad last spring. I know so little that I didn't even know their son's name. It's all so " She waved her hand and laughed a little. "In that case it is far too sudden." "Who knows, Aunt Juley, who knows?"
'Let me see: when was that? she asked slyly. Harry coloured, for it related to a time when he had not behaved prettily to her. 'There, Juley, that 's all forgotten. I was a fool-a scoundrel, if you like. I 'm sorry for it now. 'Do you want money, Harry? 'Oh, money! 'Have you repaid Mr. Harrington yet? 'There no, I haven't. Bother it! that fellow's name's always on your tongue.
Their inner life was so safe that they could bargain over externals in a way that would have been incredible to Aunt Juley, and impossible for Tibby or Charles. There are moments when the inner life actually "pays," when years of self-scrutiny, conducted for no ulterior motive, are suddenly of practical use. Such moments are still rare in the West; that they come at all promises a fairer future.
Margaret started talking to her new young man; Helen said to her aunt: "Now comes the wonderful movement: first of all the goblins, and then a trio of elephants dancing;" and Tibby implored the company generally to look out for the transitional passage on the drum. "On the what, dear?" "On the DRUM, Aunt Juley."
Love to Aunt Juley; how good of her to come and keep you company, but what a bore. Burn this. Will write again Thursday. "Howards End "Friday "Dearest Meg, "I am having a glorious time. I like them all. Mrs. Wilcox, if quieter than in Germany, is sweeter than ever, and I never saw anything like her steady unselfishness, and the best of it is that the others do not take advantage of her.
"What about next Wednesday?" "Wednesday? No, I couldn't well do that. Aunt Juley expects us to stop here another week at least." "But you can give that up now." "Er no," said Margaret, after a moment's thought. "Oh, that'll be all right. I'll speak to her." "This visit is a high solemnity. My aunt counts on it year after year.
Nobody, of course, dared speak of it before him, but each of the four other Forsytes present held their breath, aware that nothing could prevent Aunt Juley from making them all uncomfortable. She looked so piteously at Soames, she checked herself on the point of speech so often, that Aunt Hester excused herself and said she must go and bathe Timothy's eye he had a sty coming.
"Soho," said Annette simply. Soames snapped his jaw. "Soho?" repeated Aunt Juley; "Soho?" 'That'll go round the family, thought Soames. "It's very French, and interesting," he said. "Yes," murmured Aunt Juley, "your Uncle Roger had some houses there once; he was always having to turn the tenants out, I remember." Soames changed the subject to Mapledurham.
To wait, one on each side of the hearth in the drawing-room, for the clock between them to strike; their thin, veined, knuckled hands plying knitting-needles and crochet-hooks, their hair ordered to stop like Canute's waves from any further advance in colour. To wait in their black silks or satins for the Court to say that Hester might wear her dark green, and Juley her darker maroon.
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