Two nights before； at Winifred Dartie's； he had taken Mrs。 MacAnder into dinner。 She had said to him； looking in his face with her sharp； greenish eyes： 〃And so your wife is a great friend of that Mr。 Bosinney's？〃
Not deigning to ask what she meant； he had brooded over her words。
They had roused in him a fierce jealousy； which； with the peculiar perversion of this instinct； had turned to fiercer desire。
Without the incentive of Mrs。 MacAnder's words he might never have done what he had done。 Without their incentive and the accident of finding his wife's door for once unlocked； which had enabled him to steal upon her asleep。
Slumber had removed his doubts； but the morning brought them again。 One thought comforted him： No one would knowit was not the sort of thing that she would speak about。
And； indeed； when the vehicle of his daily business life； which needed so imperatively the grease of clear and practical thought； started rolling once more with the reading of his letters； those nightmare…like doubts began to assume less extravagant importance at the back of his mind。 The incident was really not of great moment； women made a fuss about it in books； but in the cool judgment of right…thinking men； of men of the world； of such as he recollected often received praise in the Divorce Court； he had but done his best to sustain the sanctity of marriage； to prevent her from abandoning her duty； possibly； if she were still seeing Bosinney； from。。。。
No； he did not regret it。
Now that the first step towards reconciliation had been taken； the rest would be comparativelycomparatively。。。。
He； rose and walked to the window。 His nerve had been shaken。 The sound of smothered sobbing was in his ears again。 He could not get rid of it。
He put on his fur coat； and went out into the fog； having to go into the City； he took the underground railway from Sloane Square station。
In his corner of the first…class compartment filled with City men the smothered sobbing still haunted him； so he opened the Times with the rich crackle that drowns all lesser sounds； and； barricaded behind it； set himself steadily to con the news。
He read that a Recorder had charged a grand jury on the previous day with a more than usually long list of offences。 He read of three murders； five manslaughters； seven arsons； and as many as eleven rapesa surprisingly high numberin addition to many less conspicuous crimes； to be tried during a coming Sessions； and from one piece of news he went on to another； keeping the paper well before his face。
And still； inseparable from his reading； was the memory of Irene's tear…stained face； and the sounds from her broken heart。
The day was a busy one； including； in addition to the ordinary affairs of his practice； a visit to his brokers； Messrs。 Grin and Grinning； to give them instructions to sell his shares in the New Colliery Co。； Ltd。； whose business he suspected； rather than knew； was stagnating （this enterprise afterwards slowly declined； and was ultimately sold for a song to an American syndicate）； and a long conference at Waterbuck； Q。C。's chambers； attended by Boulter； by Fiske； the junior counsel； and Waterbuck； Q。C。； himself。
The case of Forsyte v。 Bosinney was expected to be reached on the morrow； before Mr。 Justice Bentham。
Mr。 Justice Bentham； a man of common…sense rather than too great legal knowledge； was considered to be about the best man they could have to try the action。 He was a 'strong' Judge。
Waterbuck； Q。C。； in pleasing conjunction with an almost rude neglect of Boulter and Fiske paid to Soames a good deal of attention； by instinct or the sounder evidence of rumour； feeling him to be a man of property。
He held with remarkable consistency to the opinion he had already expressed in writing； that the issue would depend to a great extent on the evidence given at the trial； and in a few well directed remarks he advised Soames not to be too careful in giving that evidence。 〃A little bluffness； Mr。 Forsyte；〃 he said； 〃a little bluffness；〃 and after he had spoken he laughed firmly； closed his lips tight； and scratched his head just below where he had pushed his wig back； for all the world like the gentleman… farmer for whom he loved to be taken。 He was considered perhaps the leading man in breach of promise cases。
Soames used the underground again in going home。
The fog was worse than ever at Sloane Square station。 Through the still； thick blur； men groped in and out； women； very few； grasped their reticules to their bosoms and handkerchiefs to their mouths； crowned with the weird excrescence of the driver； haloed by a vague glow of lamp…light that seemed to drown in vapour before it reached the pavement； cabs loomed dimshaped ever and again； and discharged citizens； bolting like rabbits to their burrows。
And these shadowy figures； wrapped each in his own little shroud of fog； took no notice of each other。 In the great warren； each rabbit for himself； especially those clothed in the more expensive fur； who； afraid of carriages on foggy days； are driven underground。
One figure； however； not far from Soames； waited at the station door。
Some buccaneer or lover； of whom each Forsyte thought： 'Poor devil！ looks as if he were having a bad time！' Their kind hearts beat a stroke faster for that poor； waiting； anxious lover in the fog； but they hurried by； well knowing that they had neither time nor money to spare for any suffering but their own。
Only a policeman； patrolling slowly and at intervals； took an interest in that waiting figure； the brim of whose slouch hat half hid a face reddened by the cold； all thin； and haggard； over which a hand stole now and again to smooth away anxiety； or renew the resolution that kept him waiting there。 But the waiting lover （if lover he were） was used to policemen's scrutiny； or too absorbed in his anxiety； for he never flinched。 A hardened case； accustomed to long trysts； to anxiety； and fog； and cold； if only his mistress came at last。 Foolish lover！ Fogs last until the spring； there is also snow and rain； no comfort anywhere； gnawing fear if you bring her out； gnawing fear if you bid her stay at home！
〃Serve him right； he should arrange his affairs better！〃
So any respectable Forsyte。 Yet； if that sounder citizen could have listened at the waiting lover's heart； out there in the fog and the cold； he would have said again： 〃Yes； poor devil he's having a bad time！〃
Soames got into his cab； and； with the glass down； crept along Sloane Street； and so along the Brompton Road； and home。 He reached his house at five。
His wife was not in。 She had gone out a quarter of an hour before。 Out at such a time of night； into this terrible fog！ What was the meaning of that？
He sat by the dining…room fire； with the door open； disturbed to the soul； trying to read the evening paper。 A book was no good in daily papers alone was any narcotic to such worry as his。 》From the customary events recorded in the journal he drew some comfort。 'Suicide of an actress''Grave indisposition of a Statesman' （that chronic sufferer）'Divorce of an army officer' 'Fire in a colliery'he read them all。 They helped him a littleprescribed by the greatest of all doctors； our natural taste。
It was nearly seven when he heard her come in。
The incident of the night before had long lost its importance under stress of anxiety at her strange sortie into the fog。 But now that Irene was home； the memory of her broken…hearted sobbing came back to him； and he felt nervous at the thought of facing her。
She was already on the stairs； her grey fur coat hung to her knees； its high collar almost hid her face； she wore a thick veil。
She neither turned to look at him nor spoke。 No ghost or stranger could have passed more silently。
Bilson came to lay dinner； and told him that Mrs。 Forsyte was not coming down； she was having the soup in her room。
For once Soames did not 'change'； it was； perhaps； the first time in his life that he had sat down to dinner with soiled cuffs； and； not even noticing them； he brooded long over his wine。 He sent Bilson to light a fire in his picture…room； and presently went up there himself。
Turning on the gas； he heaved a deep sigh； as though amongst these treasures； the backs of which confronted him in stacks； around the little room； he had found at length his peace of mind。 He went straight up to the greatest treasure of them all； an undoubted Turner； and； carrying it to the easel； turned its face to the light。 There had been a movement in Turners； but he had not been able to make up his mind to part with it。 He stood for a long time； his pale； clean…shaven face poked forward above his stand…up collar； looking at the picture as though he were adding it up； a wistful expression came into his eyes； he found； perhaps； that it came to too little。 He took it down from the easel to put it back against the wall； but； in crossing the room； stopped； for he seemed to hear sobbing。
It was nothingonly the sort of thing that had been bothering him in the morning。 And soon after； putting the high guard before the blazing fire； he stole downstairs。
Fresh for the morrow！ was his thought。 It was long before he went to sleep。。。。
It is now to George Forsyte that the mind must turn for light on the events of that fog…engulfed afternoon。
The wittiest and most sportsmanlike of the Forsytes had passed the day reading a novel in the paternal mansion at Princes' Gardens。 Since a recent crisis in his financial affairs he had been kept on parole by Roger； and compelled to reside 'at home。'
Towards five o'clock he went out； and took train at South Kensington Station （for everyone to…day went Underground）。 His intention was to dine； and pass the evening playing billiards at the Red Pottlethat unique hostel； neither club； hotel； nor good gilt restaurant。
He got out at Charing Cross； choosing it in preference to his more usual St。 James's Park； that he might reach Jermyn Street by better lighted ways。
On the platform his eyesfor in combination with a composed and fashionable appearance； George had sharp eyes； and was always on the look…out for fillips to his sardonic humourhis eyes were attracted by a man； who； leap