She did not mix freely with peopleto mix freely with people was not June's habitbut she formed some friendships； and notably one in the Rhone Valley； with a French girl who was dying of consumption。
Determining at once that her friend should not die； she forgot； in the institution of a campaign against Death； much of her own trouble。
Old Jolyon watched the new intimacy with relief and disapproval； for this additional proof that her life was to be passed amongst 'lame ducks' worried him。 Would she never make a friendship or take an interest in something that would be of real benefit to her？
'Taking up with a parcel of foreigners；' he called it。 He often； however； brought home grapes or roses； and presented them to 'Mam'zelle' with an ingratiating twinkle。
Towards the end of September； in spite of June's disapproval； Mademoiselle Vigor breathed her last in the little hotel at St。 Luc； to which they had moved her； and June took her defeat so deeply to heart that old Jolyon carried her away to Paris。 Here； in contemplation of the 'Venus de Milo' and the 'Madeleine；' she shook off her depression； and when； towards the middle of October； they returned to town； her grandfather believed that he had effected a cure。
No sooner； however； had they established themselves in Stanhope Gate than he perceived to his dismay a return of her old absorbed and brooding manner。 She would sit； staring in front of her； her chin on her hand； like a little Norse spirit； grim and intent； while all around in the electric light； then just installed； shone the great； drawing…room brocaded up to the frieze； full of furniture from Baple and Pullbred's。 And in the huge gilt mirror were reflected those Dresden china groups of young men in tight knee breeches； at the feet of full…bosomed ladies nursing on their laps pet lambs； which old Jolyon had bought when he was a bachelor and thought so highly of in these days of degenerate taste。 He was a man of most open mind； who； more than any Forsyte of them all； had moved with the times； but he could never forget that he had bought these groups at Jobson's； and given a lot of money for them。 He often said to June； with a sort of disillusioned contempt：
〃You don't care about them！ They're not the gimcrack things you and your friends like； but they cost me seventy pounds！〃 He was not a man who allowed his taste to be warped when he knew for solid reasons that it was sound。
One of the first things that June did on getting home was to go round to Timothy's。 She persuaded herself that it was her duty to call there； and cheer him with an account of all her travels； but in reality she went because she knew of no other place where； by some random speech； or roundabout question； she could glean news of Bosinney。
They received her most cordially： And how was her dear grand… father？ He had not been to see them since May。 Her Uncle Timothy was very poorly； he had had a lot of trouble with the chimney…sweep in his bedroom； the stupid man had let the soot down the chimney！ It had quite upset her uncle。
June sat there a long time； dreading； yet passionately hoping； that they would speak of Bosinney。
But paralyzed by unaccountable discretion； Mrs。 Septimus Small let fall no word； neither did she question June about him。 In desperation the girl asked at last whether Soames and Irene were in townshe had not yet been to see anyone。
It was Aunt Hester who replied： Oh； yes； they were in town； they had not been away at all。 There was some little difficulty about the house； she believed。 June had heard； no doubt！ She had better ask her Aunt Juley！
June turned to Mrs。 Small； who sat upright in her chair； her hands clasped； her face covered with innumerable pouts。 In answer to the girl's look she maintained a strange silence； and when she spoke it was to ask June whether she had worn night… socks up in those high hotels where it must be so cold of a night。
June answered that she had not； she hated the stuffy things； and rose to leave。
Mrs。 Small's infallibly chosen silence was far more ominous to her than anything that could have been said。
Before half an hour was over she had dragged the truth from Mrs。 Baynes in Lowndes Square； that Soames was bringing an action against Bosinney over the decoration of the house。
Instead of disturbing her； the news had a strangely calming effect； as though she saw in the prospect of this struggle new hope for herself。 She learnt that the case was expected to come on in about a month； and there seemed little or no prospect of Bosinney's success。
〃And whatever he'll do I can't think；〃 said Mrs。 Baynes； 〃it's very dreadful for him； you knowhe's got no moneyhe's very hard up。 And we can't help him； I'm sure。 I'm told the money…lenders won't lend if you have no security； and he has nonenone at all。〃
Her embonpoint had increased of late； she was in the full swing of autumn organization； her writing…table literally strewn with the menus of charity functions。 She looked meaningly at June； with her round eyes of parrot…grey。
The sudden flush that rose on the girl's intent young faceshe must have seen spring up before her a great hopethe sudden sweetness of her smile； often came back to Lady Baynes in after years （Baynes was knighted when he built that public Museum of Art which has given so much employment to officials； and so little pleasure to those working classes for whom it was designed）。
The memory of that change； vivid and touching； like the breaking open of a flower； or the first sun after long winter； the memory； too； of all that came after； often intruded itself； unaccountably； inopportunely on Lady Baynes； when her mind was set upon the most important things。
This was the very afternoon of the day that young Jolyon witnessed the meeting in the Botanical Gardens； and on this day； too； old Jolyon paid a visit to his solicitors； Forsyte； Bustard； and Forsyte； in the Poultry。 Soames was not in； he had gone down to Somerset House； Bustard was buried up to the hilt in papers and that inaccessible apartment； where he was judiciously placed； in order that he might do as much work as possible； but James was in the front office； biting a finger； and lugubriously turning over the pleadings in Forsyte v。 Bosinney。
This sound lawyer had only a sort of luxurious dread of the 'nice point；' enough to set up a pleasurable feeling of fuss； for his good practical sense told him that if he himself were on the Bench he would not pay much attention to it。 But he was afraid that this Bosinney would go bankrupt and Soames would have to find the money after all； and costs into the bargain。 And behind this tangible dread there was always that intangible trouble； lurking in the background； intricate； dim； scandalous； like a bad dream； and of which this action was but an outward and visible sign。
He raised his head as old Jolyon came in； and muttered： 〃How are you； Jolyon？ Haven't seen you for an age。 You've been to Switzerland； they tell me。 This young Bosinney； he's got himself into a mess。 I knew how it would be！〃 He held out the papers； regarding his elder brother with nervous gloom。
Old Jolyon read them in silence； and while he read them James looked at the floor； biting his fingers the while。
Old Jolyon pitched them down at last； and they fell with a thump amongst a mass of affidavits in 're Buncombe； deceased；' one of the many branches of that parent and profitable tree； 'Fryer v。 Forsyte。'
〃I don't know what Soames is about；〃 he said； 〃to make a fuss over a few hundred pounds。 I thought he was a man of property。〃
James'long upper lip twitched angrily； he could not bear his son to be attacked in such a spot。
〃It's not the money 〃he began； but meeting his brother's glance； direct； shrewd； judicial； he stopped。
There was a silence。
〃I've come in for my Will；〃 said old Jolyon at last； tugging at his moustache。
James' curiosity was roused at once。 Perhaps nothing in this life was more stimulating to him than a Will； it was the supreme deal with property； the final inventory of a man's belongings； the last word on what he was worth。 He sounded the bell。
〃Bring in Mr。 Jolyon's Will；〃 he said to an anxious； dark…haired clerk。
〃You going to make some alterations？〃 And through his mind there flashed the thought： 'Now； am I worth as much as he？'
Old Jolyon put the Will in his breast pocket； and James twisted his long legs regretfully。
〃You've made some nice purchases lately； they tell me；〃 he said。
〃I don't know where you get your information from；〃 answered old Jolyon sharply。 〃When's this action coming on？ Next month？ I can't tell what you've got in your minds。 You must manage your own affairs； but if you take my advice； you'll settle it out of Court。 Good…bye！〃 With a cold handshake he was gone。
James； his fixed grey…blue eye corkscrewing round some secret anxious image； began again to bite his finger。
Old Jolyon took his Will to the offices of the New Colliery Company； and sat down in the empty Board Room to read it through。 He answered 'Down…by…the…starn' Hemmings so tartly when the latter； seeing his Chairman seated there； entered with the new Superintendent's first report； that the Secretary withdrew with regretful dignity； and sending for the transfer clerk； blew him up till the poor youth knew not where to look。
It was notby Georgeas he （Down…by…the…starn） would have him know； for a whippersnapper of a young fellow like him； to come down to that office； and think that he was God Almighty。 He （Down…by…the…starn） had been head of that office for more years than a boy like him could count； and if he thought that when he had finished all his work； he could sit there doing nothing； he did not know him； Hemmings （Down…by…the…starn）； and so forth。
On the other side of the green baize door old Jolyon sat at the long； mahogany…and…leather board table； his thick； loose…jointed； tortoiseshell eye…glasses perched on the bridge of his nose； his gold pencil moving down the clauses of his Will。
It was a simple affair； for there were none of those vexatious little legacies and donations to charities； which fritter away a man's possessions； and damage the majestic effect of that little paragraph in