quantitygave her an uneasy feeling； and she placed her in a chair opposite the light。
There was another reason for her respect which Mrs。 Baynes； too good a churchwoman to be worldly； would have been the last to admitshe often heard her husband describe old Jolyon as extremely well off； and was biassed towards his granddaughter for the soundest of all reasons。 To…day she felt the emotion with which we read a novel describing a hero and an inheritance； nervously anxious lest； by some frightful lapse of the novelist； the young man should be left without it at the end。
Her manner was warm； she had never seen so clearly before how distinguished and desirable a girl this was。 She asked after old Jolyon's health。 A wonderful man for his age； so upright； and young looking； and how old was he？ Eighty…one！ She would never have thought it！ They were at the sea！ Very nice for them； she supposed June heard from Phil every day？ Her light grey eyes became more prominent as she asked this question； but the girl met the glance without flinching。
〃No；〃 she said； 〃he never writes！〃
Mrs。 Baynes's eyes dropped； they had no intention of doing so； but they did。 They recovered immediately。
〃Of course not。 That's Phil all overhe was always like that！〃
〃Was he？〃 said June。
The brevity of the answer caused Mrs。 Baynes's bright smile a moment's hesitation； she disguised it by a quick movement； and spreading her skirts afresh； said： 〃Why； my dearhe's quite the most harum…scarum person； one never pays the slightest attention to what he does！〃
The conviction came suddenly to June that she was wasting her time； even were she to put a question point…blank； she would never get anything out of this woman。
'Do you see him？' she asked； her face crimsoning。
The perspiration broke out on Mrs。 Baynes' forehead beneath the powder。
〃Oh； yes！ I don't remember when he was here lastindeed； we haven't seen much of him lately。 He's so busy with your cousin's house； I'm told it'll be finished directly。 We must organize a little dinner to celebrate the event； do come and stay the night with us！〃
〃Thank you；〃 said June。 Again she thought： 'I'm only wasting my time。 This woman will tell me nothing。'
She got up to go。 A change came over Mrs。 Baynes。 She rose too； her lips twitched； she fidgeted her hands。 Something was evidently very wrong； and she did not dare to ask this girl； who stood there； a slim； straight little figure； with her decided face； her set jaw； and resentful eyes。 She was not accustomed to be afraid of asking question'sall organization was based on the asking of questions！
But the issue was so grave that her nerve； normally strong； was fairly shaken； only that morning her husband had said： 〃Old Mr。 Forsyte must be worth well over a hundred thousand pounds！〃
And this girl stood there； holding out her handholding out her hand！
The chance might be slipping awayshe couldn't tellthe chance of keeping her in the family； and yet she dared not speak。
Her eyes followed June to the door。
It closed。
Then with an exclamation Mrs。 Baynes ran forward； wobbling her bulky frame from side to side； and opened it again。
Too late！ She heard the front door click； and stood still； an expression of real anger and mortification on her face。
June went along the Square with her bird…like quickness。 She detested that woman now whom in happier days she had been accustomed to think so kind。 Was she always to be put off thus； and forced to undergo this torturing suspense？
She would go to Phil himself； and ask him what he meant。 She had the right to know。 She hurried on down Sloane Street till she came to Bosinney's number。 Passing the swing…door at the bottom； she ran up the stairs； her heart thumping painfully。
At the top of the third flight she paused for breath； and holding on to the bannisters； stood listening。 No sound came from above。
With a very white face she mounted the last flight。 She saw the door； with his name on the plate。 And the resolution that had brought her so far evaporated。
The full meaning of her conduct came to her。 She felt hot all over； the palms of her hands were moist beneath the thin silk covering of her gloves。
She drew back to the stairs； but did not descend。 Leaning against the rail she tried to get rid of a feeling of being choked； and she gazed at the door with a sort of dreadful courage。 No！ she refused to go down。 Did it matter what people thought of her？ They would never know！ No one would help her if she did not help herself！ She would go through with it。
Forcing herself； therefore； to leave the support of the wall； she rang the bell。 The door did not open； and all her shame and fear suddenly abandoned her； she rang again and again； as though in spite of its emptiness she could drag some response out of that closed room； some recompense for the shame and fear that visit had cost her。 It did not open； she left off ringing； and； sitting down at the top of the stairs； buried her face in her hands。
Presently she stole down； out into the air。 She felt as though she had passed through a bad illness； and had no desire now but to get home as quickly as she could。 The people she met seemed to know where she had been； what she had been doing； and suddenlyover on the opposite side； going towards his rooms from the direction of Montpellier Squareshe saw Bosinney himself。
She made a movement to cross into the traffic。 Their eyes met； and he raised his hat。 An omnibus passed； obscuring her view； then； from the edge of the pavement； through a gap in the traffic； she saw him walking on。
And June stood motionless； looking after him。
CHAPTER XIII
PERFECTION OF THE HOUSE
'One mockturtle； clear； one oxtail； two glasses of port。'
In the upper room at French's； where a Forsyte could still get heavy English food； James and his son were sitting down to lunch。
Of all eating…places James liked best to come here； there was something unpretentious； well…flavoured； and filling about it； and though he had been to a certain extent corrupted by the necessity for being fashionable； and the trend of habits keeping pace with an income that would increase； he still hankered in quiet City moments after the tasty fleshpots of his earlier days。 Here you were served by hairy English waiters in aprons； there was sawdust on the floor； and three round gilt looking…glasses hung just above the line of sight。 They had only recently done away with the cubicles； too； in which you could have your chop； prime chump； with a floury…potato； without seeing your neighbours； like a gentleman。
He tucked the top corner of his napkin behind the third button of his waistcoat； a practice he had been obliged to abandon years ago in the West End。 He felt that he should relish his soupthe entire morning had been given to winding up the estate of an old friend。
After filling his mouth with household bread； stale； he at once began： 〃How are you going down to Robin Hill？ You going to take Irene？ You'd better take her。 I should think there'll be a lot that'll want seeing to。〃
Without looking up； Soames answered： 〃She won't go。〃
〃Won't go？ What's the meaning of that？ She's going to live in the house； isn't she？〃
Soames made no reply。
〃I don't know what's coming to women nowadays；〃 mumbled James； 〃I never used to have any trouble with them。 She's had too much liberty。 She's spoiled。。。。〃
Soames lifted his eyes： 〃I won't have anything said against her；〃 he said unexpectedly。
The silence was only broken now by the supping of James's soup。
The waiter brought the two glasses of port； but Soames stopped him。
〃That's not the way to serve port；〃 he said； 〃take them away； and bring the bottle。〃
Rousing himself from his reverie over the soup； James took one of his rapid shifting surveys of surrounding facts。
〃Your mother's in bed；〃 he said； 〃you can have the carriage to take you down。 I should think Irene'd like the drive。 This young Bosinney'll be there； I suppose； to show you over〃
Soames nodded。
〃I should like to go and see for myself what sort of a job he's made finishing off；〃 pursued James。 〃I'll just drive round and pick you both up。〃
〃I am going down by train；〃 replied Soames。 〃If you like to drive round and see； Irene might go with you； I can't tell。〃
He signed to the waiter to bring the bill； which James paid。
They parted at St。 Paul's； Soames branching off to the station； James taking his omnibus westwards。
He had secured the corner seat next the conductor； where his long legs made it difficult for anyone to get in； and at all who passed him he looked resentfully； as if they had no business to be using up his air。
He intended to take an opportunity this afternoon of speaking to Irene。 A word in time saved nine； and now that she was going to live in the country there was a chance for her to turn over a new leaf！ He could see that Soames wouldn't stand very much more of her goings on！
It did not occur to him to define what he meant by her 'goings on'； the expression was wide； vague； and suited to a Forsyte。 And James had more than his common share of courage after lunch。
On reaching home； he ordered out the barouche； with special instructions that the groom was to go too。 He wished to be kind to her； and to give her every chance。
When the door of No。62 was opened he could distinctly hear her singing； and said so at once； to prevent any chance of being denied entrance。
Yes； Mrs。 Soames was in； but the maid did not know if she was seeing people。
James； moving with the rapidity that ever astonished the observers of his long figure and absorbed expression； went forthwith into the drawing…room without permitting this to be ascertained。 He found Irene seated at the piano with her hands arrested on the keys； evidently listening to the voices in the hall。 She greeted him without smiling。
〃Your mother…in…law's in bed；〃 he began； hoping at once to enlist her sympathy。 〃I've got the carriage here。 Now； be a good girl； and put on your hat and come with me for a drive。 It'll do you good！〃
Irene looked at him as though about to refuse； but； seeming to change her mind； went upstairs； and came down again