The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

No. 62 would do well enough for another year, if he decided to build!

The times were good for building, money had not been so dear for years;

and the site he had seen at Robin Hill, when he had gone down there in

the spring to inspect the Nicholl mortgage--what could be better! Within

twelve miles of Hyde Park Corner, the value of the land certain to go

up, would always fetch more than he gave for it; so that a house, if

built in really good style, was a first-class investment.

The notion of being the one member of his family with a country house

weighed but little with him; for to a true Forsyte, sentiment, even the

sentiment of social position, was a luxury only to be indulged in after

his appetite for more material pleasure had been satisfied.

To get Irene out of London, away from opportunities of going about and

seeing people, away from her friends and those who put ideas into her

head! That was the thing! She was too thick with June! June disliked

him. He returned the sentiment. They were of the same blood.

It would be everything to get Irene out of town. The house would please

her she would enjoy messing about with the decoration, she was very

artistic!

The house must be in good style, something that would always be certain

to command a price, something unique, like that last house of Parkes,

which had a tower; but Parkes had himself said that his architect was

ruinous. You never knew where you were with those fellows; if they had

a name they ran you into no end of expense and were conceited into the

bargain.

And a common architect was no good--the memory of Parkes' tower

precluded the employment of a common architect:

This was why he had thought of Bosinney. Since the dinner at Swithin's

he had made enquiries, the result of which had been meagre, but

encouraging: "One of the new school."

"Clever?"

"As clever as you like--a bit--a bit up in the air!"

He had not been able to discover what houses Bosinney had built, nor

what his charges were. The impression he gathered was that he would be

able to make his own terms. The more he reflected on the idea, the more

he liked it. It would be keeping the thing in the family, with Forsytes

almost an instinct; and he would be able to get 'favoured-nation,' if

not nominal terms--only fair, considering the chance to Bosinney of

displaying his talents, for this house must be no common edifice.

Soames reflected complacently on the work it would be sure to bring the

young man; for, like every Forsyte, he could be a thorough optimist when

there was anything to be had out of it.