The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

Forsytes, as is generally admitted, have shells, like that extremely

useful little animal which is made into Turkish delight, in other

words, they are never seen, or if seen would not be recognised, without

habitats, composed of circumstance, property, acquaintances, and wives,

which seem to move along with them in their passage through a world

composed of thousands of other Forsytes with their habitats. Without a

habitat a Forsyte is inconceivable--he would be like a novel without a

plot, which is well-known to be an anomaly.

To Forsyte eyes Bosinney appeared to have no habitat, he seemed one

of those rare and unfortunate men who go through life surrounded by

circumstance, property, acquaintances, and wives that do not belong to

them.

His rooms in Sloane Street, on the top floor, outside which, on a plate,

was his name, 'Philip Baynes Bosinney, Architect,' were not those of

a Forsyte.--He had no sitting-room apart from his office, but a large

recess had been screened off to conceal the necessaries of life--a

couch, an easy chair, his pipes, spirit case, novels and slippers. The

business part of the room had the usual furniture; an open cupboard with

pigeon-holes, a round oak table, a folding wash-stand, some hard chairs,

a standing desk of large dimensions covered with drawings and designs.

June had twice been to tea there under the chaperonage of his aunt.

He was believed to have a bedroom at the back.

As far as the family had been able to ascertain his income, it consisted

of two consulting appointments at twenty pounds a year, together with

an odd fee once in a way, and--more worthy item--a private annuity under

his father's will of one hundred and fifty pounds a year.

What had transpired concerning that father was not so reassuring. It

appeared that he had been a Lincolnshire country doctor of Cornish

extraction, striking appearance, and Byronic tendencies--a well-known

figure, in fact, in his county. Bosinney's uncle by marriage, Baynes,

of Baynes and Bildeboy, a Forsyte in instincts if not in name, had but

little that was worthy to relate of his brother-in-law.

"An odd fellow!' he would say: 'always spoke of his three eldest boys as

'good creatures, but so dull'; they're all doing capitally in the Indian

Civil! Philip was the only one he liked. I've heard him talk in the

queerest way; he once said to me: 'My dear fellow, never let your poor

wife know what you're thinking of! But I didn't follow his advice; not

I! An eccentric man! He would say to Phil: 'Whether you live like a

gentleman or not, my boy, be sure you die like one! and he had himself

embalmed in a frock coat suit, with a satin cravat and a diamond pin.

Oh, quite an original, I can assure you!"