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He had long； forgotten those days； with their hopes and fears and
doubts about the prudence of the match （for Emily； though pretty； had nothing； and he himself at that time was making a bare thousand a year）； and that strange； irresistible attraction which had drawn him on； till he felt he must die if he could not marry the girl with the fair hair； looped so neatly back； the fair arms emerging from a skin…tight bodice； the fair form decorously shielded by a cage of really stupendous circumference。
James had passed through the fire； but he had passed also through the river of years which washes out the fire； he had experienced the saddest experience of allforgetfulness of what it was like to be in love。
Forgotten！ Forgotten so long； that he had forgotten even that he had forgotten。
And now this rumour had come upon him； this rumour about his son's wife； very vague； a shadow dodging among the palpable； straightforward appearances of things； unreal； unintelligible as a ghost； but carrying with it； like a ghost； inexplicable terror。
He tried to bring it home to his mind； but it was no more use than trying to apply to himself one of those tragedies he read of daily in his evening paper。 He simply could not。 There could be nothing in it。 It was all their nonsense。 She didn't get on with Soames as well as she might； but she was a good little thinga good little thing！
Like the not inconsiderable majority of men； James relished a nice little bit of scandal； and would say； in a matter…of…fact tone； licking his lips； 〃Yes； yesshe and young Dyson； they tell me they're living at Monte Carlo！〃
But the significance of an affair of this sortof its past； its present； or its futurehad never struck him。 What it meant； what torture and raptures had gone to its construction； what slow； overmastering fate had lurked within the facts； very naked； sometimes sordid； but generally spicy； presented to his gaze。 He was not in the habit of blaming； praising； drawing deductions； or generalizing at all about such things； he simply listened rather greedily； and repeated what he was told； finding considerable benefit from the practice； as from the consumption of a sherry and bitters before a meal。
Now； however； that such a thingor rather the rumour； the breath of ithad come near him personally； he felt as in a fog； which filled his mouth full of a bad； thick flavour； and made it difficult to draw breath。
A scandal！ A possible scandal！
To repeat this word to himself thus was the only way in which he could focus or make it thinkable。 He had forgotten the sensations necessary for understanding the progress； fate； or meaning of any such business； he simply could no longer grasp the possibilities of people running any risk for the sake of passion。
Amongst all those persons of his acquaintance； who went into the City day after day and did their business there； whatever it was； and in their leisure moments bought shares； and houses； and ate dinners； and played games； as he was told； it would have seemed to him ridiculous to suppose that there were any who would run risks for the sake of anything so recondite； so figurative； as passion。
Passion！ He seemed； indeed； to have heard of it； and rules such as 'A young man and a young woman ought never to be trusted together' were fixed in his mind as the parallels of latitude are fixed on a map （for all Forsytes； when it comes to 'bed…rock' matters of fact； have quite a fine taste in realism）； but as to anything elsewell； he could only appreciate it at all through the catch…word 'scandal。'
Ah！ but there was no truth in itcould not be。 He was not afraid； she was really a good little thing。 But there it was when you got a thing like that into your mind。 And James was of a nervous temperamentone of those men whom things will not leave alone； who suffer tortures from anticipation and indecision。 For fear of letting something slip that he might otherwise secure； he was physically unable to make up his mind until absolutely certain that； by not making it up； he would suffer loss。
In life； however； there were many occasions when the business of making up his mind did not even rest with himself； and this was one of them。
What could he do？ Talk it over with Soames？ That would only make matters worse。 And； after all； there was nothing in it； he felt sure。
It was all that house。 He had mistrusted the idea from the first。 What did Soames want to go into the country for？ And； if he must go spending a lot of money building himself a house； why not have a first…rate man； instead of this young Bosinney； whom nobody knew anything about？ He had told them； how it would be。 And he had heard that the house was costing Soames a pretty penny beyond what he had reckoned on spending。
This fact； more than any other； brought home to James the real danger of the situation。 It was always like this with these 'artistic' chaps； a sensible man should have nothing to say to them。 He had warned Irene； too。 And see what had come of it！
And it suddenly sprang into James's mind that he ought to go and see for himself。 In the midst of that fog of uneasiness in which his mind was enveloped the notion that he could go and look at the house afforded him inexplicable satisfaction。 It may have been simply the decision to do somethingmore possibly the fact that he was going to look at a housethat gave him relief。 He felt that in staring at an edifice of bricks and mortar； of wood and stone； built by the suspected man himself； he would be looking into the heart of that rumour about Irene。
Without saying a word； therefore； to anyone； he took a hansom to the station and proceeded by train to Robin Hill； thencethere being no 'flies；' in accordance with the custom of the neighbourhoodhe found himself obliged to walk。
He started slowly up the hill； his angular knees and high shoulders bent complainingly； his eyes fixed on his feet； yet； neat for all that； in his high hat and his frock…coat； on which was the speckless gloss imparted by perfect superintendence。 Emily saw to that； that is； she did not； of course； see to it people of good position not seeing to each other's buttons； and Emily was of good positionbut she saw that the butler saw to it。
He had to ask his way three times； on each occasion he repeated the directions given him； got the man to repeat them； then repeated them a second time； for he was naturally of a talkative disposition； and one could not be too careful in a new neighbourhood。
He kept assuring them that it was a new house he was looking for； it was only； however； when he was shown the roof through the trees that he could feel really satisfied that he had not been directed entirely wrong。
A heavy sky seemed to cover the world with the grey whiteness of a whitewashed ceiling。 There was no freshness or fragrance in the air。 On such a day even British workmen scarcely cared to do more then they were obliged； and moved about their business without the drone of talk which whiles away the pangs of labour。
Through spaces of the unfinished house； shirt…sleeved figures worked slowly； and sounds arosespasmodic knockings； the scraping of metal； the sawing of wood； with the rumble of wheelbarrows along boards； now and again the foreman's dog； tethered by a string to an oaken beam； whimpered feebly； with a sound like the singing of a kettle。
The fresh…fitted window…panes； daubed each with a white patch in the centre； stared out at James like the eyes of a blind dog。
And the building chorus went on； strident and mirthless under the grey…white sky。 But the thrushes； hunting amongst the fresh… turned earth for worms； were silent quite。
James picked his way among the heaps of gravelthe drive was being laidtill he came opposite the porch。 Here he stopped and raised his eyes。 There was but little to see from this point of view； and that little he took in at once； but he stayed in this position many minutes； and who shall know of what he thought。
His china…blue eyes under white eyebrows that jutted out in little horns； never stirred； the long upper lip of his wide mouth； between the fine white whiskers； twitched once or twice； it was easy to see from that anxious rapt expression； whence Soames derived the handicapped look which sometimes came upon his face。 James might have been saying to himself： 'I don't know life's a tough job。'
In this position Bosinney surprised him。
James brought his eyes down from whatever bird's…nest they had been looking for in the sky to Bosinney's face； on which was a kind of humorous scorn。
〃How do you do； Mr。 Forsyte？ Come down to see for yourself？〃
It was exactly what James； as we know； had come for； and he was made correspondingly uneasy。 He held out his hand； however； saying：
〃How are you？〃 without looking at Bosinney。
The latter made way for him with an ironical smile。
James scented something suspicious in this courtesy。 〃I should like to walk round the outside first；〃 he said； 〃and see what you've been doing！〃
A flagged terrace of rounded stones with a list of two or three inches to port had been laid round the south…east and south…west sides of the house； and ran with a bevelled edge into mould； which was