The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

Her eyes were turned on himself; Soames dropped his glance at once. The

smile had died off her lips.

A humbug? But what did Soames mean? If Mr. Scoles was a humbug, a

clergyman--then anybody might be--it was frightful!

"Well, and so they are!" said Soames.

During Aunt Juley's momentary and horrified silence he caught some words

of Irene's that sounded like: 'Abandon hope, all ye who enter here!'

But Swithin had finished his ham.

"Where do you go for your mushrooms?" he was saying to Irene in a voice

like a courtier's; "you ought to go to Smileybob's--he'll give 'em you

fresh. These little men, they won't take the trouble!"

Irene turned to answer him, and Soames saw Bosinney watching her and

smiling to himself. A curious smile the fellow had. A half-simple

arrangement, like a child who smiles when he is pleased. As for George's

nickname--'The Buccaneer'--he did not think much of that. And, seeing

Bosinney turn to June, Soames smiled too, but sardonically--he did not

like June, who was not looking too pleased.

This was not surprising, for she had just held the following

conversation with James:

"I stayed on the river on my way home, Uncle James, and saw a beautiful

site for a house."

James, a slow and thorough eater, stopped the process of mastication.

"Eh?" he said. "Now, where was that?"

"Close to Pangbourne."

James placed a piece of ham in his mouth, and June waited.

"I suppose you wouldn't know whether the land about there was freehold?"

he asked at last. "You wouldn't know anything about the price of land

about there?"

"Yes," said June; "I made inquiries." Her little resolute face under its

copper crown was suspiciously eager and aglow.

James regarded her with the air of an inquisitor.

"What? You're not thinking of buying land!" he ejaculated, dropping his

fork.

June was greatly encouraged by his interest. It had long been her pet

plan that her uncles should benefit themselves and Bosinney by building

country-houses.

"Of course not," she said. "I thought it would be such a splendid place

for--you or--someone to build a country-house!"

James looked at her sideways, and placed a second piece of ham in his

mouth....

"Land ought to be very dear about there," he said.

What June had taken for personal interest was only the impersonal

excitement of every Forsyte who hears of something eligible in danger

of passing into other hands. But she refused to see the disappearance of

her chance, and continued to press her point.

"You ought to go into the country, Uncle James. I wish I had a lot of

money, I wouldn't live another day in London."