f going home. He had not reached Hamilton Terrace before he changed his mind, and hai

ot his habit to ask people for things! She had just that one idea now-Bosinney and his affairs-and she left him stranded in his great house, with a parcel of servants, and not a soul to speak to from morning to

et his liver; he hated hotels. Roger went to a hydropathic-he was not going

lines down his face deepening, his eyes day by day looking forth with the

s of the acacia's before the little houses, in the summer sunshine that seemed holding a revel over the little gardens; and he

culiar buff colour which implies a long immunity fro

ooping moustache and wings of white hair, very upright, under an excessively

on Forsyte

name shall I say, i

the little maid as he gave his name. Sh

l double, drawing-room, where the furniture was covere

, sir; if you'll kindly ta

-he could not tell exactly what-air of shabbiness, or rather of making two ends meet, about everything. As far as he could see, not a single piece of furniture

e the rent was under a hundred a year; it hurt him more than he could

ck. Would he please to

ench windows. In descending the steps

ildren, and his dog Balthasar, wer

on's life; but no muscle of his face moved, no nervous gesture

him and so many others of his class the core of the nation. In the unostentatious conduct of their own affairs, to the neglect o

s friendly and cynical mongrel-offspring of a liaison between

ker chair, and his two grandchildren, one on each side of his

, pudgy-faced, with his tow-coloured hair brushed off his forehead, and a dimple in his chin, had an air of stubborn amiability, and

ntempt for things at large, had also taken a seat in front of old Jolyon, and, oscillating

the wicker chair creaked under his weight; the garden-beds looked 'dave

e peculiar scrutiny, curious yet trustful, that passes between

eyes. Her hair, brushed in fine, high curves back from her forehead, was going grey, like

always hidden from him, was full of secret resentments, and longings, and fear

legs crossed like his own father (a habit he was himself trying to acquire), should know it; but being a Forsyte, though not yet quite eight years old, he made no mention of the thing at t

ttle party of the three generations grouped tranquill

k one of Jolly's hands in his own; the boy climbed on to his knee; and little Holly, mesmerized

A minute later her husband muttered an excuse, and foll

like a flame, burned ever in his breast, and to youth he turned, to the round little limbs, so reckless, that wanted care, to the small round faces so unreasonably solemn or bright, to the treble tongues, and the shrill, chuckling laughter, to the insistent tugging hands, and the feel of small bodies against his legs, to all that was young and young,

following to his wife'

r before her dressing-glass,

. He had been through a hundred of these moods; how he had survived them he never knew, for he

round his neck and say: "Oh! Jo, how I make you

to his pocket. 'I cannot stay here,' he thought, 'I must go dow

y, very red in the face, was trying to show that he could stand on his head. The dog

licious desire to cut

ese years! He ought to have known; he ought to have given them warning; but when did a Forsyte

atly surprised, for they had never heard their father speak sharply before

on poured

gh that his father had penetrated the cause of that sudden with

said old Jolyon with a shrewd look; "

Jolyon

bourhood," said old Jol

ied: "Yes, we're

roken by the sound of the

pose I oughtn't to have come h

on got up and put his han

nly reached the wall at the end, whereon basked a crouching cat, her yellow eyes turned sleepily down on the dog Balthasar. There was a drowsy hum of very d

little. Then old Jolyon rose to go, and

eat, empty house in Stanhope Gate, fit residence for a Forsyte, with its huge bi

in-skinned by half; she gave Jo a bad time he knew! An

s, all suggesting to him (erroneously no doubt, but the prejudic

blood! A parcel of old women! He stumped his umbrella on the ground, as though to drive it into the heart of t

self had followed Society's behaviour for fi

er, and the whole story, with all his

te, for, with native perversity, being

for dinner, the only room he used when June was out-it was less lonely so. The evenin

s, rested on a picture entitled: 'Group of Dutch fishing boats at sunset'. the chef d'oeuvre of his collection. It gave him no pleasure. He closed his eyes

had given rise to grave doubts in the minds of many members-of the family-, especially those who, like Soames, had been to public schools, and were accustomed to niceness in

polished sideboard and the great pol

who cared about nothing but rattling through his work, and getting out to his betting or

those moments of philosophy which made

this world people couldn't look for affection unless they paid for it. It might b

ss of being carried on in his master's presence; now and then he furtively breathed on the silver, and wiped it with a piece of chamois leather. He appeared to pore over the quantities of wine in the decanters, w

his was an old buffer, w

n.' What if his master were asleep; he would soon have him out of that; there was the nig

r took it from his hands and placed it on the table, then, standing by the open

on the ta

of his chair, and sat down at