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Out in the shadow of the Japanese sunshade she was sitting very still； the lace on her white shoulders stirring with the soft rise and fall of her bosom。
But about this silent creature sitting there so motionless； in the dark； there seemed a warmth； a hidden fervour of feeling； as if the whole of her being had been stirred； and some change were taking place in its very depths。
He stole back to the dining…room unnoticed。
CHAPTER VI
JAMES AT LARGE
It was not long before Soames's determination to build went the round of the family； and created the flutter that any decision connected with property should make among Forsytes。
It was not his fault； for he had been determined that no one should know。 June； in the fulness of her heart had told Mrs。 Small； giving her leave only to tell Aunt Annshe thought it would cheer her； the poor old sweet！ for Aunt Ann had kept her room now for many days。
Mrs。 Small told Aunt Ann at once； who； smiling as she lay back on her pillows； said in her distinct； trembling old voice：
〃It's very nice for dear June； but I hope they will be careful it's rather dangerous！〃
When she was left alone again； a frown； like a cloud presaging a rainy morrow； crossed her face。
While she was lying there so many days the process of recharging her will went on all the time； it spread to her face； too； and tightening movements were always in action at the corners of her lips。
The maid Smither； who had been in her service since girlhood； and was spoken of as 〃Smithera good girlbut so slow！〃the maid Smither performed every morning with extreme punctiliousness the crowning ceremony of that ancient toilet。 Taking from the recesses of their； pure white band…box those flat； grey curls； the insignia of personal dignity； she placed them securely in her mistress's hands； and turned her back。
And every day Aunts Juley and Hester were required to come and report on Timothy； what news there was of Nicholas； whether dear June had succeeded in getting Jolyon to shorten the engagement； now that Mr。 Bosinney was building Soames a house； whether young Roger's wife was reallyexpecting； how the operation on Archie had succeeded； and what Swithin。 had done about that empty house in Wigmore Street； where the tenant had lost all his money and treated him so badly； above all； about Soames； was Irene still still asking for a separate room？ And every morning Smither was told： 〃I shall be coming down this afternoon； Smither； about two o'clock。 I shall want your arm； after all these days in bed！〃
After telling Aunt Ann； Mrs。 Small had spoken of the house in the strictest confidence to Mrs。 Nicholas； who in her turn had asked Winifred Dartie for confirmation； supposing； of course； that； being Soames's sister； she would know all about it。 Through her it had in due course come round to the ears of James。 He had been a good deal agitated。
〃Nobody；〃 he said； 〃told him anything。〃 And； rather than go direct to Soames himself； of whose taciturnity he was afraid； he took his umbrella and went round to Timothy's。
He found Mrs。 Septimus and Hester （who had been toldshe was so safe； she found it tiring to talk） ready； and indeed eager； to discuss the news。 It was very good of dear Soames； they thought； to employ Mr。 Bosinney； but rather risky。 What had George named him？ 'The Buccaneer' How droll！ But George was always droll！ However； it would be all in the family they supposed they must really look upon Mr。 Bosinney as belonging to the family； though it seemed strange。
James here broke in：
〃Nobody knows anything about him。 I don't see what Soames wants with a young man like that。 I shouldn't be surprised if Irene had put her oar in。 I shall speak to。。。。〃
〃Soames；〃 interposed Aunt Juley； 〃told Mr。 Bosinney that he didn't wish it mentioned。 He wouldn't like it to be talked about； I'm sure； and if Timothy knew he would be very vexed； I。。。。〃
James put his hand behind his ear：
〃What？〃 he said。 〃I'm getting very deaf。 I suppose I don't hear people。 Emily's got a bad toe。 We shan't be able to start for Wales till the end of the month。 There' s always something！〃 And； having got what he wanted； he took his hat and went away。
It was a fine afternoon； and he walked across the Park towards Soames's； where he intended to dine； for Emily's toe kept her in bed； and Rachel and Cicely were on a visit to the country。 He took the slanting path from the Bayswater side of the Row to the Knightsbridge Gate； across a pasture of short； burnt grass； dotted with blackened sheep； strewn with seated couples and strange waifs； lying prone on their faces； like corpses on a field over which the wave of battle has rolled。
He walked rapidly； his head bent； looking neither to right nor； left。 The appearance of this park； the centre of his own battle…field； where he had all his life been fighting； excited no thought or speculation in his； mind。 These corpses flung down； there； from out the press and turmoil of the struggle； these pairs of lovers sitting cheek by jowl for an hour of idle Elysium snatched from the monotony of their treadmill； awakened no fancies in his mind； he had outlived that kind of imagination； his nose； like the nose of a sheep； was fastened to the pastures on which he browsed。
One of his tenants had lately shown a disposition to be behind…hand in his rent； and it had become a grave question whether he had not better turn him out at once； and so run the risk of not re…letting before Christmas。 Swithin had just been let in very badly； but it had served him righthe had held on too long。
He pondered this as he walked steadily； holding his umbrella carefully by the wood； just below the crook of the handle； so as to keep the ferule off the ground； and not fray the silk in the middle。 And； with his thin； high shoulders stooped； his long legs moving with swift mechanical precision； this passage through the Park； where the sun shone with a clear flame on so much idlenesson so many human evidences of the remorseless battle of Property； raging beyond its ringwas like the flight of some land bird across the sea。
He felt atouch on the arm as he came out at； Albert Gate。
It was Soames； who； crossing from the shady side of Piccadilly； where he had been walking home from the office； had suddenly appeared alongside。
〃Your mother's in bed；〃 said James； 〃I was； just coming to you； but I suppose I shall be in the way。〃
The outward relations between James and his son were marked by a lack of sentiment peculiarly Forsytean； but for all that the two were by no means unattached。 Perhaps they regarded one another as an investment； certainly they were solicitous of each other's welfare； glad of each other's company。 They had never exchanged two words upon the more intimate problems of life； or revealed in each other's presence the existence of any deep feeling。
Something beyond the power of word…analysis bound them together； something hidden deep in the fibre of nations and familiesfor blood； they say； is thicker than waterand neither of them was a cold…blooded man。 Indeed； in James love of his children was now the prime motive of his existence。 To have creatures who were parts of himself； to whom he might transmit the money he saved； was at the root of his saving； and； at seventy…five； what was left that could give him pleasure； butsaving？ The kernel of life was in this saving for his children。
Than James Forsyte； notwithstanding all his 'Jonah…isms；' there was no saner man （if the leading symptom of sanity； as we are told； is self…preservation； though without doubt Timothy went too far） in all this London； of which he owned so much； and loved with such a dumb love； as the centre of his opportunities。 He had the marvellous instinctive sanity of the middle class。 In himmore than in Jolyon； with his masterful will and his moments of tenderness and philosophymore than in Swithin； the martyr to crankinessNicholas； the sufferer from abilityand Roger； the victim of enterprisebeat the true pulse of compromise； of all the brothers he was least remarkable in mind and person； and for that reason more likely to live for ever。
To James； more than to any of the others； was 〃the family' significant and dear。 There had always been something primitive and cosy in his attitude towards life； he loved the family hearth； he loved gossip； and he loved grumbling。 All his decisions were formed of a cream which he skimmed off the family mind； and； through that family； off the minds of thousands of other families of similar fibre。 Year after year； week after week； he went to Timothy's； and in his brother's front drawing…roomhis legs twisted； his long white whiskers framing his clean…shaven mouth would sit watching the family pot simmer； the cream rising to the top； and he would go away sheltered； refreshed； comforted； with an indefinable sense of comfort。
Beneath the adamant of his self…preserving instinct there was much real softness in James； a visit to Timothy's was like an hour spent in the lap of a mother； and the deep craving he himself had for the protection of the family wing reacted in turn on his feelings towards his own children； it was a nightmare to him to think of them。 exposed to t