The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

Watching her face with idle malice, he saw it change, grow so pale that he thought she would drop, then flame out crimson.  Turning to see at what she was looking, he saw his wife on Bosinney’s arm, coming from the conservatory at the end of the room.  Her eyes were raised to his, as though answering some question he had asked, and he was gazing at her intently.

Soames looked again at June.  Her hand rested on old Jolyon’s arm; she seemed to be making a request.  He saw a surprised look on his uncle’s face; they turned and passed through the door out of his sight.

The music began again—­a waltz—­and, still as a statue in the recess of the window, his face unmoved, but no smile on his lips, Soames waited.  Presently, within a yard of the dark balcony, his wife and Bosinney passed.  He caught the perfume of the gardenias that she wore, saw the rise and fall of her bosom, the languor in her eyes, her parted lips, and a look on her face that he did not know.  To the slow, swinging measure they danced by, and it seemed to him that they clung to each other; he saw her raise her eyes, soft and dark, to Bosinney’s, and drop them again.

Very white, he turned back to the balcony, and leaning on it, gazed down on the Square; the figures were still there looking up at the light with dull persistency, the policeman’s face, too, upturned, and staring, but he saw nothing of them.  Below, a carriage drew up, two figures got in, and drove away....

That evening June and old Jolyon sat down to dinner at the usual hour.  The girl was in her customary high-necked frock, old Jolyon had not dressed.

At breakfast she had spoken of the dance at Uncle Roger’s, she wanted to go; she had been stupid enough, she said, not to think of asking anyone to take her.  It was too late now.

Old Jolyon lifted his keen eyes.  June was used to go to dances with Irene as a matter of course! and deliberately fixing his gaze on her, he asked:  “Why don’t you get Irene?”

No!  June did not want to ask Irene; she would only go if—­if her grandfather wouldn’t mind just for once for a little time!

At her look, so eager and so worn, old Jolyon had grumblingly consented.  He did not know what she wanted, he said, with going to a dance like this, a poor affair, he would wager; and she no more fit for it than a cat!  What she wanted was sea air, and after his general meeting of the Globular Gold Concessions he was ready to take her.  She didn’t want to go away?  Ah! she would knock herself up!  Stealing a mournful look at her, he went on with his breakfast.

June went out early, and wandered restlessly about in the heat.  Her little light figure that lately had moved so languidly about its business, was all on fire.  She bought herself some flowers.  She wanted—­she meant to look her best.  He would be there!  She knew well enough that he had a card.  She would show him that she did not care.  But deep down in her heart she resolved that evening to win him back.  She came in flushed, and talked brightly all lunch; old Jolyon was there, and he was deceived.

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