Of all those radiant firms which emblazon with their windows the West

End of London, Gaves and Cortegal were considered by Soames the most

'attractive' word just coming into fashion. He had never had his Uncle

Swithin's taste in precious stones, and the abandonment by Irene when

she left his house in 1887 of all the glittering things he had given

her had disgusted him with this form of investment. But he still knew a

diamond when he saw one, and during the week before her birthday he had

taken occasion, on his way into the Poultry or his way out therefrom, to

dally a little before the greater jewellers where one got, if not one's

money's worth, at least a certain cachet with the goods.

Constant cogitation since his drive with Jolyon had convinced him more

and more of the supreme importance of this moment in his life, the

supreme need for taking steps and those not wrong. And, alongside

the dry and reasoned sense that it was now or never with his

self-preservation, now or never if he were to range himself and found

a family, went the secret urge of his senses roused by the sight of her

who had once been a passionately desired wife, and the conviction that

it was a sin against common sense and the decent secrecy of Forsytes to

waste the wife he had.

In an opinion on Winifred's case, Dreamer, Q.C.--he would much have

preferred Waterbuck, but they had made him a judge (so late in the day

as to rouse the usual suspicion of a political job)--had advised that

they should go forward and obtain restitution of conjugal rights, a

point which to Soames had never been in doubt. When they had obtained a

decree to that effect they must wait to see if it was obeyed. If not,

it would constitute legal desertion, and they should obtain evidence of

misconduct and file their petition for divorce. All of which Soames knew

perfectly well. They had marked him ten and one. This simplicity in his

sister's case only made him the more desperate about the difficulty

in his own. Everything, in fact, was driving him towards the simple

solution of Irene's return. If it were still against the grain with her,

had he not feelings to subdue, injury to forgive, pain to forget? He

at least had never injured her, and this was a world of compromise! He

could offer her so much more than she had now. He would be prepared

to make a liberal settlement on her which could not be upset. He often

scrutinised his image in these days. He had never been a peacock like

that fellow Dartie, or fancied himself a woman's man, but he had

a certain belief in his own appearance--not unjustly, for it was

well-coupled and preserved, neat, healthy, pale, unblemished by drink

or excess of any kind. The Forsyte jaw and the concentration of his face

were, in his eyes, virtues. So far as he could tell there was no feature

of him which need inspire dislike.




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