ome now； your Uncle Jolyon he doesn't like it； I fancy； being left so much alone as he is。 They tell me she's always hanging about for this young Bosinney； I suppose he comes here every day。 Now； what do you think of him？ D'you think he knows his own mind？ He seems to me a poor thing。 I should say the grey mare was the better horse！〃
The colour deepened in Irene's face； and James watched her suspiciously。
〃Perhaps you don't quite understand Mr。 Bosinney；〃 she said。
〃Don't understand him！〃 James humied out： 〃Why not？you can see he's one of these artistic chaps。 They say he's cleverthey all think they're clever。 You know more about him than I do；〃 he added； and again his suspicious glance rested on her。
〃He is designing a house for Soames；〃 she said softly； evidently trying to smooth things over。
〃That brings me to what I was going to say；〃 continued James； 〃I don't know what Soames wants with a young man like that； why doesn't he go to a first…rate man？〃
〃Perhaps Mr。 Bosinney is first…rate！〃
James rose； and took a turn with bent head。
〃That's it'；〃 he said； 〃you young people； you all stick together； you all think you know best！〃
Halting his tall； lank figure before her； he raised a finger； and levelled it at her bosom； as though bringing an indictment against her beauty：
〃All I can say is； these artistic people； or whatever they call themselves； they're as unreliable as they can be； and my advice to you is； don't you have too much to do with him！〃
Irene smiled； and in the curve of her lips was a strange provocation。 She seemed to have lost her deference。 Her breast rose and fell as though with secret anger； she drew her hands inwards from their rest on the arms of her chair until the tips of her fingers met； and her dark eyes looked unfathomably at James。
The latter gloomily scrutinized the floor。
〃I tell you my opinion；〃 he said； 〃it's a pity you haven't got a child to think about； and occupy you！
A brooding look came instantly on Irene's face； and even James became conscious of the rigidity that took possession of her whole figure beneath the softness of its silk and lace clothing。
He was frightened by the effect he had produced； and like most men with but little courage； he sought at once to justify himself by bullying。
〃You don't seem to care about going about。 Why don't you drive down to Hurlingham with us？ And go to the theatre now and then。 At your time of life you ought to take an interest in things。 You're a young woman！〃
The brooding look darkened on her face； he grew nervous。
〃Well； I know nothing about it；〃 he said； 〃nobody tells me anything。 Soames ought to be able to take care of himself。 If he can't take care of himself he mustn't look to methat's all。〃
Biting the corner of his forefinger he stole a cold； sharp look at his daughter…in…law。
He encountered her eyes fixed on his own； so dark and deep； that he stopped； and broke into a gentle perspiration。
〃Well； I must be going；〃 he said after a short pause； and a minute later rose； with a slight appearance of surprise； as though he had expected to be asked to stop。 Giving his hand to Irene； he allowed himself to be conducted to the door； and let out into the street。 He would not have a cab； he would walk； Irene was to say good…night to Soames for him； and if she wanted a little gaiety； well； he would drive her down to Richmond any day。
He walked home； and going upstairs； woke Emily out of the first sleep she had had for four and twenty hours； to tell her that it was his impression things were in a bad way at Soames's； on this theme he descanted for half an hour； until at last； saying that he would not sleep a wink； he turned on his side and instantly began to snore。
In Montpellier Square Soames； who had come from the picture room； stood invisible at the top of the stairs； watching Irene sort the letters brought by the last post。 She turned back into the drawing…room； but in a minute came out； and stood as if listening。 Then she came stealing up the stairs； with a kitten in her arms。 He could see her face bent over the little beast； which was purring against her neck。 Why couldn't she look at him like that？
Suddenly she saw him； and her face changed。
〃Any letters for me？〃 he said。
〃Three。〃
He stood aside； and without another word she passed on into the bedroom。
CHAPTER VII
OLD JOLYON'S PECCADILLO
Old Jolyon came out of Lord's cricket ground that same afternoon with the intention of going home。 He had not reached Hamilton Terrace before he changed his mind； and hailing a cab； gave the driver an address in Wistaria Avenue。 He had taken a resolution。
June had hardly been at home at all that week； she had given him nothing of her company for a long time past； not； in fact； since she had become engaged to Bosinney。 He never asked her for her company。 It was not his habit to ask people for things！ She had just that one idea nowBosinney and his affairsand she left him stranded in his great house； with a parcel of servants； and not a soul to speak to from morning to night。 His Club was closed for cleaning； his Boards in recess； there was nothing； therefore； to take him into the City。 June had wanted him to go away； she would not go herself； because Bosinney was in London。
But where was he to go by himself？ He could not go abroad alone； the sea upset his liver； he hated hotels。 Roger went to a hydropathiche wasnot going to begin that at his time of life； those new…fangled places we're all humbug！
With such formulas he clothed to himself the desolation of his spirit； the lines down his face deepening； his eyes day by day looking forth with the melancholy which sat so strangely on a face wont to be strong and serene。
And so that afternoon he took this journey through St。 John's Wood； in the golden…light that sprinkled the rounded green bushes of the acacia's before the little houses； in the summer sunshine that seemed holding a revel over the little gardens； and he looked about him with interest； for this was a district which no Forsyte entered without open disapproval and secret curiosity。
His cab stopped in front of a small house of that peculiar buff colour which implies a long immunity from paint。 It had an outer gate； and a rustic approach。
He stepped out； his bearing extremely composed； his massive head； with its drooping moustache and wings of white hair； very upright； under an excessively large top hat； his glance firm； a little angry。 He had been driven into this！
〃Mrs。 Jolyon Forsyte at home？〃
〃Oh； yes sir！what name shall I say； if you please； sir？〃
Old Jolyon could not help twinkling at the little maid as he gave his name。 She seemed to him such a funny little toad！
And he followed her through the dark hall； into a small double； drawing…room； where the furniture was covered in chintz； and the little maid placed him in a chair。
〃They're all in the garden； sir； if you'll kindly take a seat； I'll tell them。〃
Old Jolyon sat down in the chintz…covered chair； and looked around him。 The whole place seemed to him； as he would have expressed it； pokey； there was a certainhe could not tell exactly whatair of shabbiness； or rather of making two ends meet； about everything。 As far as he could see； not a single piece of furniture was worth a five…pound note。 The walls； distempered rather a long time ago； were decorated with water…colour sketches； across the ceiling meandered a long crack。
These little houses were all old； second…rate concerns； he should hope the rent was under a hundred a year； it hurt him more than he could have said； to think of a Forsytehis own son living in such a place。
The little maid came back。 Would he please to go down into the garden？
Old Jolyon marched out through the French windows。 In descending the steps he noticed that they wanted painting。
Young Jolyon； his wife； his two children； and his dog Balthasar； were all out there under a pear…tree。
This walk towards them was the most courageous act of old Jolyon's life； but no muscle of his face moved； no nervous gesture betrayed him。 He kept his deep…set eyes steadily on the enemy。
In those two minutes he demonstrated to perfection all that unconscious soundness； balance； and vitality of fibre that made； of him and so many others of his class the core of the nation。 In the unostentatious conduct of their own affairs； to the neglect of everything else； they typified the essential individualism； born in the Briton from the natural isolation of his country's life。
The dog Balthasar sniffed round the edges of his trousers； this friendly and cynical mongrel offspring of a liaison between a Russian poodle and a fox…terrierhad a nose for the unusual。
The strange greetings over； old Jolyon seated himself in a wicker chair； and his two grandchildren； one on each side of his knees； looked at him silently； never having seen so old a man。
They were unlike； as though recognising the difference set between them by the circumstances of their births。 Jolly； the child of sin； pudgy…faced； with his tow…coloured hair brushed off his forehead； and a dimple in his chin； had an air of stubborn amiability； and the eyes of a Forsyte； little Holly； the child of wedlock； was a dark…skinned； solemn soul； with her mother's； grey and wistful eyes。
The dog Balthasar； having walked round the three small flower… beds； to show his extreme contempt for things at large； had also taken a seat in front of old Jolyon； and； oscillating a tail curled by Nature tightly over his back； was staring up with eyes that did not blink。
Even in the garden； that sense of things being pokey haunted old Jolyon； the wicker chair creaked under his weight； the garden…beds looked 'daverdy'； on the far side； under the smut… stained wall； cats had made a path。
While he and his grandchildren thus regarded each other with the peculiar scrutiny； curious yet trustful； that passes between the very young and the very old； young Jolyon watched his wife。
The colour had deepened in her thin； oval face； with its straight brows； and large； grey eyes。 Her hair； brushed in fine； high curves back from her forehead； was going grey； like his own； and this greyness made the sudden viv