The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1
Page 75Mrs. Small was taken aback.
"Your Uncle Swithin," she said, "always had beautiful taste! And
Soames's little house is lovely; you don't mean to say you don't think
so!"
"H'mph!" said June, "that's only because Irene's there!"
Aunt Juley tried to say something pleasant:
"And how will dear Irene like living in the country?"
June gazed at her intently, with a look in her eyes as if her conscience
had suddenly leaped up into them; it passed; and an even more intent
look took its place, as if she had stared that conscience out of
countenance. She replied imperiously:
"Of course she'll like it; why shouldn't she?"
"I didn't know," she said; "I thought she mightn't like to leave her
friends. Your Uncle James says she doesn't take enough interest in life.
We think--I mean Timothy thinks--she ought to go out more. I expect
you'll miss her very much!"
June clasped her hands behind her neck.
"I do wish," she cried, "Uncle Timothy wouldn't talk about what doesn't
concern him!"
Aunt Juley rose to the full height of her tall figure.
"He never talks about what doesn't concern him," she said.
June was instantly compunctious; she ran to her aunt and kissed her.
"I'm very sorry, auntie; but I wish they'd let Irene alone."
would be suitable, was silent; she prepared for departure, hooking her
black silk cape across her chest, and, taking up her green reticule:
"And how is your dear grandfather?" she asked in the hall, "I expect
he's very lonely now that all your time is taken up with Mr. Bosinney."
She bent and kissed her niece hungrily, and with little, mincing steps
passed away.
The tears sprang up in June's eyes; running into the little study,
where Bosinney was sitting at the table drawing birds on the back of an
envelope, she sank down by his side and cried:
"Oh, Phil! it's all so horrid!" Her heart was as warm as the colour of
her hair.
brought him to the effect that Mr. Bosinney was below, and would be glad
to see him. Opening the door into his wife's room, he said:
"Bosinney's downstairs. Just go and entertain him while I finish
shaving. I'll be down in a minute. It's about the plans, I expect."
Irene looked at him, without reply, put the finishing touch to her dress
and went downstairs. He could not make her out about this house. She had
said nothing against it, and, as far as Bosinney was concerned, seemed
friendly enough.