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nodded to Mrs。 Soames； to show her that she had seen； and； as she confided； in talking it over afterwards； to her chum Francie （Roger's daughter）； 〃Didn't she look caught out just？ 。。。。〃
James； most averse at the first blush to accepting any news confirmatory of his own poignant suspicions； took her up at once。
〃Oh〃 he said； 〃they'd be after wall…papers no doubt。〃
Euphemia smiled。 〃In the Groceries？〃 she said softly； and； taking 'Passion and Paregoric' from the table； added： 〃And so you'll lend me this； dear Auntie？ Good…bye！〃 and went away。
James left almost immediately after； he was late as it was。
When he reached the office of Forsyte； Bustard and Forsyte； he found Soames； sitting in his revolving； chair； drawing up a defence。 The latter greeted his father with a curt good…morning； and； taking an envelope from his pocket； said：
〃It may interest you to look through this。〃
James read as follows：
309D； SLOANE STREET； May 15。
'DEAR FORSYTE；
'The construction of your house being now completed； my duties as architect have come to an end。 If I am to go on with the business of decoration； which at your request I undertook； I should like you to clearly understand that I must have a free hand。
'You never come down without suggesting something that goes counter to my scheme。 I have here three letters from you； each of which recommends an article I should never dream of putting in。 I had your father here yesterday afternoon； who made further valuable suggestions。
'Please make up your mind； therefore； whether you want me to decorate for you； or to retire which on the whole I should prefer to do。
'But understand that； if I decorate； I decorate alone； without interference of any sort。
If I do the thing； I will do it thoroughly； but I must have a free hand。
'Yours truly；
'PHILIP BOSINNEY。'
The exact and immediate cause of this letter cannot； of course； be told； though it is not improbable that Bosinney may have been moved by some sudden revolt against his position towards Soames that eternal position of Art towards Propertywhich is so admirably summed up； on the back of the most indispensable of modern appliances； in a sentence comparable to the very finest in Tacitus：
THOS。 T。 SORROW； Inventor。 BERT M。 PADLAND； Proprietor。
〃What are you going to say to him？〃 James asked。
Soames did not even turn his head。 〃I haven't made up my mind；〃 he said； and went on with his defence。
A client of his； having put some buildings on a piece of ground that did not belong to him； had been suddenly and most irritat… ingly warned to take them off again。 After carefully going into the facts； however； Soames had seen his way to advise that his client had what was known as a title by possession； and that； though undoubtedly the ground did not belong to him； he was entitled to keep it； and had better do so； and he was now following up this advice by taking steps toas the sailors say 'make it so。'
He had a distinct reputation for sound advice； people saying of him： 〃Go to young Forsytea long…headed fellow！〃 and he prized this reputation highly。
His natural taciturnity was in his favour； nothing could be more calculated to give people； especially people with property （Soames had no other clients）； the impression that he was a safe man。 And he was safe。 Tradition； habit； education； inherited aptitude； native caution； all joined to form a solid professional honesty； superior to temptationfrom the very fact that it was built on an innate avoidance of risk。 How could he fall； when his soul abhorred circumstances which render a fall possiblea man cannot fall off the floor！
And those countless Forsytes； who； in the course of innumerable transactions concerned with property of all sorts （from wives to water rights）； had occasion for the services of a safe man； found it both reposeful and profitable to confide in Soames。 That slight superciliousness of his； combined with an air of mousing amongst precedents； was in his favour tooa man would not be supercilious unless he knew！
He was really at the head of the business； for though James still came nearly every day to； see for himself； he did little now but sit in his chair； twist his legs； slightly confuse things already decided； and presently go away again； and the other partner； Bustard； was a poor thing； who did a great deal of work； but whose opinion was never taken。
So Soames went steadily on with his defence。 Yet it would be idle to say that his mind was at ease。 He was suffering from a sense of impending trouble； that had haunted him for some time past。 He tried to think it physicala condition of his liver but knew that it was not。
He looked at his watch。 In a quarter of an hour he was due at the General Meeting of the New Colliery Companyone of Uncle Jolyon's concerns； he should see Uncle Jolyon there； and say something to him about Bosinneyhe had not made up his mind what； but somethingin any case he should not answer this letter until he had seen Uncle Jolyon。 He got up and methodically put away the draft of his defence。 Going into a dark little cupboard； he turned up the light； washed his hands with a piece of brown Windsor soap； and dried them on a roller towel。 Then he brushed his hair； paying strict attention to the parting； turned down the light； took his hat； and saying he would be back at half…past two； stepped into the Poultry。
It was not far to the Offices of the New Colliery Company in Ironmonger Lane； where； and not at the Cannon Street Hotel； in accordance with the more ambitious practice of other companies； the General Meeting was always held。 Old Jolyon had from the first set his face against the Press。 What businesshe said had the Public with his concerns！
Soames arrived on the stroke of time； and took his seat alongside the Board； who； in a row； each Director behind his own ink…pot； faced their Shareholders。
In the centre of this row old Jolyon； conspicuous in his black； tightly…buttoned frock…coat and his white moustaches； was leaning back with finger tips crossed on a copy of the Directors' report and accounts。
On his right hand； always a little larger than life； sat the Secretary； 'Down…by…the…starn' Hemmings； an all…too…sad sadness beaming in his fine eyes； his iron…grey beard； in mourning like the rest of him； giving the feeling of an all…too…black tie behind it。
The occasion indeed was a melancholy one； only six weeks having elapsed since that telegram had come from Scorrier； the mining expert； on a private mission to the Mines； informing them that Pippin； their Superintendent； had committed suicide in endeavouring； after his extraordinary two years' silence； to write a letter to his Board。 That letter was on the table now； it would be read to the Shareholders； who would of course be put into possession of all the facts。
Hemmings had often said to Soames； standing with his coat…tails divided before the fireplace：
〃What our Shareholders don't know about our affairs isn't worth knowing。 You may take that from me； Mr。 Soames。〃
On one occasion； old Jolyon being present； Soames recollected a little unpleasantness。 His uncle had looked up sharply and said： 〃Don't talk nonsense； Hemmings！ You mean that what they do know isn't worth knowing！〃 Old Jolyon detested humbug。
Hemmings； angry…eyed； and wearing a smile like that of a trained poodle； had replied in an outburst of artificial applause： 〃Come； now； that's good； sirthat's very good。 Your uncle will have his joke！〃
The next time he had seen Soames： he had taken the opportunity of saying to him： 〃The chairman's getting very old！I can't get him to understand things； and he's so wilfulbut what can you expect； with a chin like his？〃
Soames had nodded。
Everyone knew that Uncle Jolyon's chin was a caution。 He was looking worried to…day； in spite of his General Meeting look； he （Soames） should certainly speak to him about Bosinney。
Beyond old Jolyon on the left was little Mr。 Booker； and he； too； wore his General Meeting look； as though searching for some particularly tender shareholder。 And next him was the deaf director； with a frown； and beyond the deaf director； again； was old Mr。 Bleedham； very bland； and having an air of conscious virtueas well he might； knowing that the brown…paper parcel he always brought to the Board…room was concealed behind his hat （one of that old…fashioned class； of flat…brimmed top…hats which go with very large bow ties； clean…shaven lips； fresh cheeks； and neat little； white whiskers）。
Soames always attended the General Meeting； it was considered better that he should do so； in case 'anything should arise！' He glanced round with his close； supercilious air at the walls of the room； where hung plans of the mine and harbour； together with a large photograph of a shaft leading to a working which had proved quite remarkably unprofitable。 This photographa witness to the eternal irony underlying commercial enterprise till retained its position on thewall； an effigy of the directors' pet； but dead； lamb。
And now old Jolyon rose； to present the report and accounts。
Veiling under a Jove…like serenity that perpetual antagonism deep…seated in the bosom of a director towards his