came might see she was there on business。
This was not the same June who had paid the trembling visit five months ago； those months of suffering and restraint had made her less sensitive； she had dwelt on this visit so long； with such minuteness； that its terrors were discounted beforehand。 She was not there to fail this time； for if she failed no one could help her。
Like some mother beast on the watch over her young； her little quick figure never stood still in that room； but wandered from wall to wall； from window to door； fingering now one thing； now another。 There was dust everywhere； the room could not have been cleaned for weeks； and June； quick to catch at anything that should buoy up her hope； saw in it a sign that he had been obliged； for economy's sake； to give up his servant。
She looked into the bedroom； the bed was roughly made； as though by the hand of man。 Listening intently； she darted in； and peered into his cupboards。 A few shirts and collars； a pair of muddy bootsthe room was bare even of garments。
She stole back to the sitting…room； and now she noticed the absence of all the little things he had set store by。 The clock that had been his mother's； the field…glasses that had hung over the sofa； two really valuable old prints of Harrow； where his father had been at school； and last； not least； the piece of Japanese pottery she herself had given him。 All were gone； and in spite of the rage roused within her championing soul at the thought that the world should treat him thus； their disappearance augured happily for the success of her plan。
It was while looking at the spot where the piece of Japanese pottery had stood that she felt a strange certainty of being watched； and； turning； saw Irene in the open doorway。
The two stood gazing at each other for a minute in silence； then June walked forward and held out her hand。 Irene did not take it。
When her hand was refused； June put it behind her。 Her eyes grew steady with anger； she waited for Irene to speak； and thus waiting； took in； with who…knows…what rage of jealousy； suspicion； and curiosity； every detail of her friend's face and dress and figure。
Irene was clothed in her long grey fur； the travelling cap on her head left a wave of gold hair visible above her forehead。 The soft fullness of the coat made her face as small as a child's。
Unlike June's cheeks； her cheeks had no colour in them； but were ivory white and pinched as if with cold。 Dark circles lay round her eyes。 In one hand she held a bunch of violets。
She looked back at June； no smile on her lips； and with those great dark eyes fastened on her； the girl； for all her startled anger； felt something of the old spell。
She spoke first； after all。
〃What have you come for？〃 But the feeling that she herself was being asked the same question； made her add： 〃This horrible case。 I came to tell himhe has lost it。〃
Irene did not speak； her eyes never moved from June's face； and the girl cried：
〃Don't stand there as if you were made of stone！〃
Irene laughed： 〃I wish to God I were！〃
But June turned away： 〃Stop！〃 she cried； 〃don't tell me！ I don't want to hear！ I don't want to hear what you've come for。 I don't want to hear！〃 And like some uneasy spirit； she began swiftly walking to and fro。 Suddenly she broke out：
〃I was here first。 We can't both stay here together！〃
On Irene's face a smile wandered up； and died out like a flicker of firelight。 She did not move。 And then it was that June perceived under the softness arid immobility of this figure something desperate and resolved； something not to be turned away； something dangerous。 She tore off her hat； and； putting both hands to her brow； pressed back the bronze mass of her hair。
〃You have no right here！〃 she cried defiantly。
Irene answered： 〃I have no right anywhere！
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I have left Soames。 You always wanted me to！〃
June put her hands over her ears。
〃Don't！ I don't want to hear anythingI don't want to know anything。 It's impossible to fight with you！ What makes you stand like that？ Why don't you go？〃
Irene's lips moved； she seemed to be saying： 〃Where should I go？〃
June turned to the window。 She could see the face of a clock down in the street。 It was nearly four。 At any moment he might come！ She looked back across her shoulder； and her face was distorted with anger。
But Irene had not moved； in her gloved hands she ceaselessly turned and twisted the little bunch of violets。
The tears of rage and disappointment rolled down June's cheeks。
〃How could you come？〃 she said。 〃You have been a false friend to me！〃
Again Irene laughed。 June saw that she had played a wrong card； and broke down。
〃Why have you come？〃 she sobbed。 〃You've ruined my life； and now you want to ruin his！〃
Irene's mouth quivered； her eyes met June's with a look so mournful that the girl cried out in the midst of her sobbing； 〃No； no！〃
But Irene's head bent till it touched her breast。 She turned； and went quickly out； hiding her lips with the little bunch of violets。
June ran to the door。 She heard the footsteps going down and down。 She called out： 〃Come back； Irene！ Come back！〃
The footsteps died away。。。。
Bewildered and torn； the girl stood at the top of the stairs。 Why had Irene gone； leaving her mistress of the field？ What did it mean？ Had she really given him up to her？ Or had she。。。？ And she was the prey of a gnawing uncertainty。。。。 Bosinney did not come。。。。
About six o'clock that afternoon old Jolyon returned from Wistaria Avenue； where now almost every day he spent some hours； and asked if his grand…daughter were upstairs。 On being told that she had just come in； he sent up to her room to request her to come down and speak to him。
He had made up his mind to tell her that he was reconciled with her father。 In future bygones must be bygones。 He would no longer live alone； or practically alone； in this great house； he was going to give it up； and take one in the country for his son； where they could all go and live together。 If June did not like this； she could have an allowance and live by herself。 It wouldn't make much difference to her； for it was a long time since she had shown him any affection。
But when June came down； her face was pinched and piteous； there was a strained； pathetic look in her eyes。 She snuggled up in her old attitude on the arm of his chair； and what he said compared but poorly with the clear； authoritative； injured statement he had thought out with much care。 His heart felt sore； as the great heart of a mother…bird feels sore when its youngling flies and bruises its wing。 His words halted； as though he were apologizing for having at last deviated from the path of virtue； and succumbed； in defiance of sounder principles； to his more natural instincts。
He seemed nervous lest； in thus announcing his intentions； he should be setting his granddaughter a bad example； and now that he came to the point； his way of putting the suggestion that； if she didn't like it； she could live by herself and lump it； was delicate in the extreme。'
〃And if； by any chance； my darling；〃 he said； 〃you found you didn't get onwith them； why； I could make that all right。 You could have what you liked。 We could find a little flat in London where you could set up； and I could be running to continually。 But the children；〃 he added； 〃are dear little things！〃
Then； in the midst of this grave； rather transparent； explanation of changed policy； his eyes twinkled。 〃This'll astonish Timothy's weak nerves。 That precious young thing will have something to say about this； or I'm a Dutchman！〃
June had not yet spoken。 Perched thus on the arm of his chair； with her head above him； her face was invisible。 But presently he felt her warm cheek against his own； and knew that； at all events； there was nothing very alarming in her attitude towards his news。 He began to take courage。
〃You'll like your father；〃 he said〃an amiable chap。 Never was much push about him； but easy to get on with。 You'll find him artistic and all that。〃
And old Jolyon bethought him of the dozen or so water…colour drawings all carefully locked up in his bedroom； for now that his son was going to become a man of property he did not think them quite such poor things as heretofore。
〃As to youryour stepmother；〃 he said； using the word with some little difficulty； 〃I call her a refined womana bit of a Mrs。 Gummidge； I shouldn't wonderbut very fond of Jo。 And the children；〃 he repeatedindeed； this sentence ran like music through all his solemn self…justification〃are sweet little things！〃
If June had known； those words but reincarnated that tender love for little children； for the young and weak； which in the past had made him desert his son for her tiny self； and now； as the cycle rolled； was taking him from her。
But he began to get alarmed at her silence； and asked impatiently： 〃Well； what do you say？〃
June slid down to his knee； and she in her turn began her tale。 She thought it would all go splendidly； she did not see any difficulty； and she did not care a bit what people thought。
Old Jolyon wriggled。 H'm！ then people would think！ He had thought that after all these years perhaps they wouldn't！ Well； he couldn't help it！ Nevertheless； he could not approve of his granddaughter's way of putting itshe ought to mind what people thought！
Yet he said nothing。 His feelings were too mixed； too inconsistent for expression。
Nowent on June he did not care； what business was it of theirs？ There was only one thingand with her cheek pressing against his knee； old Jolyon knew at once that this something was no trifle： As he was going to buy a house in the country； would he notto please herbuy that splendid house of Soames' at Robin Hill？ It was finished； it was perfectly beautiful； and no one would live in it now。 They would all be so happy there。
Old Jolyon was on the alert at once。 Wasn't the 'man of property' going to live in his new house； then？ He never alluded to Soames now but under this title。
〃No〃June said〃he was not； she knew that he was not！〃
How did she know？
She could not tell him； but she knew。 She knew nearly for cert