ieved and frightened him。 What could she do for them？ Nothing。 Only soil and make trouble for herself； perhaps。 And he said： 〃Take care； my dear！ The world puts the worst construction on everything。〃
〃I know that。〃
He was abashed by her quiet smile。 〃Well thenSunday；〃 he murmured： 〃Good…bye。〃
She put her cheek forward for him to kiss。
〃Good…bye；〃 he said again； 〃take care of yourself。〃 And he went out； not looking towards the figure on the bench。 He drove home by way of Hammersmith； that he might stop at a place he knew of and tell them to send her in two dozen of their best Burgundy。 She must want picking…up sometimes！ Only in Richmond Park did he remember that he had gone up to order himself some boots； and was surprised that he could have had so paltry an idea。
III
The little spirits of the past which throng an old man's days had never pushed their faces up to his so seldom as in the seventy hours elapsing before Sunday came。 The spirit of the future； with the charm of the unknown； put up her lips instead。 Old Jolyon was not restless now； and paid no visits to the log； because she was coming to lunch。 There is wonderful finality about a meal； it removes a world of doubts； for no one misses meals except for reasons beyond control。 He played many games with Holly on the lawn； pitching them up to her who was batting so as to be ready to bowl to Jolly in the holidays。 For she was not a Forsyte； but Jolly wasand Forsytes always bat； until they have resigned and reached the age of eighty…five。 The dog Balthasar； in attendance； lay on the ball as often as he could； and the page…boy fielded； till his face was like the harvest moon。 And because the time was getting shorter； each day was longer and more golden than the last。 On Friday night he took a liver pill； his side hurt him rather； and though it was not the liver side； there is no remedy like that。 Anyone telling him that he had found a new excitement in life and that excitement was not good for him； would have been met by one of those steady and rather defiant looks of his deep…set iron…grey eyes； which seemed to say： 'I know my own business best。' He always had and always would。
On Sunday morning； when Holly had gone with her governess to church； he visited the strawberry beds。 There； accompanied by the dog Balthasar； he examined the plants narrowly and succeeded in finding at least two dozen berries which were really ripe。 Stooping was not good for him； and he became very dizzy and red in the forehead。 Having placed the strawberries in a dish on the dining…table； he washed his hands and bathed his forehead with eau de Cologne。 There； before the mirror； it occurred to him that he was thinner。 What a 'threadpaper' he had been when he was young！ It was nice to be slim… …he could not bear a fat chap； and yet perhaps his cheeks were too thin！ She was to arrive by train at half…past twelve and walk up； entering from the road past Drage's farm at the far end of the coppice。 And； having looked into June's room to see that there was hot water ready； he set forth to meet her； leisurely； for his heart was beating。 The air smelled sweet； larks sang； and the Grand Stand at Epsom was visible。 A perfect day！ On just such a one； no doubt； six years ago； Soames had brought young Bosinney down with him to look at the site before they began to build。 It was Bosinney who had pitched on the exact spot for the houseas June had often told him。 In these days he was thinking much about that young fellow； as if his spirit were really haunting the field of his last work； on the chance of seeingher。 Bosinneythe one man who had possessed her heart； to whom she had given her whole self with rapture！ At his age one could not； of course； imagine such things； but there stirred in him a queer vague achingas it were the ghost of an impersonal jealousy； and a feeling； too； more generous； of pity for that love so early lost。 All over in a few poor months！ Well； well！ He looked at his watch before entering the coppiceonly a quarter past； twenty…five minutes to wait！ And then； turning the corner of the path； he saw her exactly where he had seen her the first time； on the log； and realised that she must have come by the earlier train to sit there alone for a couple of hours at least。 Two hours of her society missed！ What memory could make that log so dear to her？ His face showed what he was thinking； for she said at once：
〃Forgive me； Uncle Jolyon； it was here that I first knew。〃
〃Yes； yes； there it is for you whenever you like。 You're looking a little Londony； you're giving too many lessons。〃
That she should have to give lessons worried him。 Lessons to a parcel of young girls thumping out scales with their thick fingers。
〃Where do you go to give them？〃 he asked。
〃They're mostly Jewish families； luckily。〃
Old Jolyon stared； to all Forsytes Jews seem strange and doubtful。
〃They love music； and they're very kind。〃
〃They had better be； by George！〃 He took her armhis side always hurt him a little going uphilland said：
〃Did you ever see anything like those buttercups？ They came like that in a night。〃
Her eyes seemed really to fly over the field； like bees after the flowers and the honey。 〃I wanted you to see themwouldn't let them turn the cows in yet。〃 Then； remembering that she had come to talk about Bosinney； he pointed to the clock…tower over the stables：
〃I expect be wouldn't have let me put that therehad no notion of time； if I remember。〃
But； pressing his arm to her； she talked of flowers instead； and he knew it was done that he might not feel she came because of her dead lover。
〃The best flower I can show you；〃 he said； with a sort of triumph； 〃is my little sweet。 She'll be back from Church directly。 There's something about her which reminds me a little of you；〃 and it did not seem to him peculiar that he had put it thus； instead of saying： 〃There's something about you which reminds me a little of her。〃 Ah！ And here she was！
Holly； followed closely by her elderly French governess； whose digestion had been ruined twenty…two years ago in the siege of Strasbourg； came rushing towards them from under the oak tree。 She stopped about a dozen yards away； to pat Balthasar and pretend that this was all she had in her mind。 Old Jolyon who knew better； said：
〃Well； my darling； here's the lady in grey I promised you。〃
Holly raised herself and looked up。 He watched the two of them with a twinkle； Irene smiling； Holly beginning with grave inquiry； passing into a shy smile too； and then to something deeper。 She had a sense of beauty； that childknew what was what！ He enjoyed the sight of the kiss between them。
〃Mrs。 Heron； Mam'zelle Beauce。 Well； Mam'zellegood sermon？〃
For； now that he had not much more time before him； the only part of the service connected with this world absorbed what interest in church remained to him。 Mam'zelle Beauce stretched out a spidery hand clad in a black kid gloveshe had been in the best families and the rather sad eyes of her lean yellowish face seemed to ask： 〃Are you well…brrred？〃 Whenever Holly or Jolly did anything unpleasing to hera not uncommon occurrence he would say to them： 〃The little Tayleurs never did thatthey were such well…brrred little children。〃 Jolly hated the little Tayleurs； Holly wondered dreadfully how it was she fell so short of them。 'A thin rum little soul；' old Jolyon thought herMam'zelle Beauce。
Luncheon was a successful meal； the mushrooms which he himself had picked in the mushroom house； his chosen strawberries； and another bottle of the Steinberg cabinet filled him with a certain aromatic spirituality； and a conviction that he would have a touch of eczema to…morrow。
After lunch they sat under the oak tree drinking Turkish coffee。 It was no matter of grief to him when Mademoiselle Beauce withdrew to write her Sunday letter to her sister； whose future had been endangered in the past by swallowing a pinan event held up daily in warning to the children to eat slowly and digest what they had eaten。 At the foot of the bank； on a carriage rug； Holly and the dog Balthasar teased and loved each other； and in the shade old Jolyon with his legs crossed and his cigar luxuriously savoured； gazed at Irene sitting in the swing。 A light； vaguely swaying； grey figure with a fleck of sunlight here and there upon it； lips just opened； eyes dark and soft under lids a little drooped。 She looked content； surely it did her good to come and see him！ The selfishness of age had not set its proper grip on him； for he could still feel pleasure in the pleasure of others； realising that what he wanted； though much； was not quite all that mattered。
〃It's quiet here；〃 he said； 〃you mustn't come down if you find it dull。 But it's a pleasure to see you。 My little sweet's is the only face which gives me any pleasure； except yours。〃
》From her smile he knew that she was not beyond liking to be appreciated； and this reassured him。 〃That's not humbug；〃 he said。 〃I never told a woman I admired her when I didn't。 In fact I don't know when I've told a woman I admired her； except my wife in the old days； and wives are funny。〃 He was silent； but resumed abruptly：
〃She used to expect me to say it more often than I felt it； and there we were。〃 Her face looked mysteriously troubled； and； afraid that he had said something painful； he hurried on： 〃When my little sweet marries； I hope she'll find someone who knows what women feel。 I shan't be here to see it； but there's too much topsy…turvydom in marriage； I don't want her to pitch up against that。〃 And； aware that he had made bad worse； he added： 〃That dog will scratch。〃
A silence followed。 Of what was she thinking； this pretty creature whose life was spoiled； who had done with love； and yet was made for love？ Some day when he was gone； perhaps； she would find another matenot so disorderly as that young fellow who had got himself run over。 Ah！ but her husband？
〃Does Soames never trouble you？〃 he asked。
She shook her head。 Her face had closed up suddenly。 For all her softness there was something irreconcilable about her。 And a glimpse of light on the inexorable nature of sex antipathies strayed into