The Forsyte Saga - Volume 3

"He gets that shrinking from my father, he was as fastidious as a girl

in all such matters. Would it be better to rewrite the whole thing, and

just say you hated Soames?"

Irene shook her head.

"Hate's only a word. It conveys nothing. No, better as it is."

"Very well. It shall go to-morrow."

She raised her face to his, and in sight of the big house's many

creepered windows, he kissed her.