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.

She had come to Paddington Station heated in her soul by a visit to Eric Cobbley.  A miserable Gallery had refused to let that straight-haired genius have his one-man show after all.  Its impudent manager, after visiting his studio, had expressed the opinion that it would only be a ‘one-horse show from the selling point of view.’  This crowning example of commercial cowardice towards her favourite lame duck—­and he so hard up, with a wife and two children, that he had caused her account to be overdrawn—­was still making the blood glow in her small, resolute face, and her red-gold hair to shine more than ever.  She gave her father a hug, and got into a cab with him, having as many fish to fry with him as he with her.  It became at once a question which would fry them first.

Jolyon had reached the words:  “My dear, I want you to come with me,” when, glancing at her face, he perceived by her blue eyes moving from side to side—­like the tail of a preoccupied cat—­that she was not attending.  “Dad, is it true that I absolutely can’t get at any of my money?”

“Only the income, fortunately, my love.”

“How perfectly beastly!  Can’t it be done somehow?  There must be a way.  I know I could buy a small Gallery for ten thousand pounds.”

“A small Gallery,” murmured Jolyon, “seems a modest desire.  But your grandfather foresaw it.”

“I think,” cried June vigorously, “that all this care about money is awful, when there’s so much genius in the world simply crushed out for want of a little.  I shall never marry and have children; why shouldn’t I be able to do some good instead of having it all tied up in case of things which will never come off?”

“Our name is Forsyte, my dear,” replied Jolyon in the ironical voice to which his impetuous daughter had never quite grown accustomed; “and Forsytes, you know, are people who so settle their property that their grandchildren, in case they should die before their parents, have to make wills leaving the property that will only come to themselves when their parents die.  Do you follow that?  Nor do I, but it’s a fact, anyway; we live by the principle that so long as there is a possibility of keeping wealth in the family it must not go out; if you die unmarried, your money goes to Jolly and Holly and their children if they marry.  Isn’t it pleasant to know that whatever you do you can none of you be destitute?”

“But can’t I borrow the money?”

Jolyon shook his head.  “You could rent a Gallery, no doubt, if you could manage it out of your income.”

June uttered a contemptuous sound.

“Yes; and have no income left to help anybody with.”

“My dear child,” murmured Jolyon, “wouldn’t it come to the same thing?”

“No,” said June shrewdly, “I could buy for ten thousand; that would only be four hundred a year.  But I should have to pay a thousand a year rent, and that would only leave me five hundred.  If I had the Gallery, Dad, think what I could do.  I could make Eric Cobbley’s name in no time, and ever so many others.”

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