The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

There had so clearly been a crisis in the cab that Winifred was unable

to defend her theory.

She said: "I shall say nothing about it. I don't see any use in making a

fuss!"

With that view Dartie at once concurred; looking upon James as a private

preserve, he disapproved of his being disturbed by the troubles of

others.

"Quite right," he said; "let Soames look after himself. He's jolly well

able to!"

Thus speaking, the Darties entered their habitat in Green Street, the

rent of which was paid by James, and sought a well-earned rest. The hour

was midnight, and no Forsytes remained abroad in the streets to spy out

Bosinney's wanderings; to see him return and stand against the rails

of the Square garden, back from the glow of the street lamp; to see him

stand there in the shadow of trees, watching the house where in the dark

was hidden she whom he would have given the world to see for a single

minute--she who was now to him the breath of the lime-trees, the meaning

of the light and the darkness, the very beating of his own heart.