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Soames said he had not； and crossing the room； half…empty in an interval of the dance； he went out on the balcony； and looked down into the street。
A carriage had driven up with late arrivals； and round the door hung some of those patient watchers of the London streets who spring up to the call of light or music； their faces； pale and upturned above their black and rusty figures； had an air of stolid watching that annoyed Soames。 Why were they allowed to hang about； why didn't the bobby move them on？
But the policeman took no notice of them； his feet were planted apart on the strip of crimson carpet stretched across the pavement； his face； under the helmet； wore the same stolid； watching look as theirs。
Across the road； through the railings； Soames could see the branches of trees shining； faintly stirring in the breeze； by the gleam of the street lamps； beyond； again； the upper lights of the houses on the other side； so many eyes looking down on the quiet blackness of the garden； and over all； the sky； that wonderful London sky； dusted with the innumerable reflection of countless lamps； a dome woven over between its stars with the refraction of human needs and human fanciesimmense mirror of pomp and misery that night after night stretches its kindly mocking over miles of houses and gardens； mansions and squalor； over Forsytes； policemen； and patient watchers in the streets。
Soames turned away； and； hidden in the recess； gazed into the lighted room。 It was cooler out there。 He saw the new arrivals； June and her grandfather； enter。 What had made them so late？ They stood by the doorway。 They looked fagged。 Fancy Uncle Jolyon turning out at this time of night！ Why hadn't June come to Irene； as she usually did； and it occurred to him suddenly that he had seen nothing of June for a long time now。
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 againa waltzand； 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 ifif 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 wantedshe 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。
In the afternoon she was overtaken by a desperate fit of sobbing。 She strangled the noise against the pillows of her bed； but when at last it ceased she saw in the glass a swollen face with reddened eyes； and violet circles round them。 She stayed in the darkened room till dinner time。
All through that silent meal the struggle went on within her。
She looked so shadowy and exhausted that old Jolyon told 'Sankey' to countermand the carriage； he would not have her going out。。。。 She was to go to bed！ She made no resistance。 She went up to her room； and sat in the dark。 At ten o'clock she rang for her maid。
〃Bring some hot water； and go down and tell Mr。 Forsyte that I feel perfectly rested。 Say that if he's too tired I can go to the dance by myself。〃
The maid looked askance； and June turned on her imperiously。 〃Go；〃 she said； 〃bring the hot water at once！〃
Her ball…dress still lay on the sofa； and with a sort of fierce care she arrayed herself； took the flowers in her hand； and went down； her small face carried high under its burden of hair。 She could hear old Jolyon in his room as she passed。
Bewildered and vexed； he was dressing。 It was past ten； they would not get there till eleven； the girl was mad。 But he dared not cross her the expression of her face at dinner haunted him。
With great ebony brushes he smoothed his hair till it shone like silver under the light； then he； too； came out on the gloomy staircase。
June met him below； and； without a word； they went to the carriage。
When； after that drive which seemed to last for ever； she entered Roger's drawing…room； she disguised under a mask of resolution a very torment of nervousness and emotion。 The feeling of shame at what might be called 'running after him' was smothered by the dread that he might not be there； that she might not see him after all； and by that dogged resolvesomehow； she did not know howto win him back。
The sight of the ballroom； with its gleaming floor； gave her a feeling of joy； of triumph； for she loved dancing； and when dancing she floated； so light was she； like a strenuous； eager little spirit。 He would surely ask her to dance； and if he danced with her it would all be as it was before。 She looked about her eagerly。
The sight of Bosinney coming with Irene from the conservatory； with that strange look of utter absorption on his face； struck her too suddenly。 They had not seenno one should seeher distress； not even her grandfather。
She put her hand on Jolyon's arm； and said very low：
〃I must go home； Gran； I feel ill。〃
He hurried her away； grumbling to himself that he had known how it would be。
To her he said nothing； only when they were once more in the carriage； which by some fortunate chance had lingered near the door； he asked her： 〃What is it； my darling？〃
Feeling her whole slender body shaken by sobs； he was terribly alarmed。 She must have Blank to…morrow。 He would insist upon it。 He could not have her like this。。。。 There； there！
June mastered her sobs； and squeezing his hand feverishly； she lay back in her corner； her face muffled in a shawl。
He could only see her eyes； fixed and staring in the dark； but he did not cease to stroke her hand with his thin fingers。
CHAPTER IX
EVENING AT RICHMOND
Other eyes besides the eyes of June and of Soames had seen 'those two' （as Euphemia had already begun to call them） coming from the conservatory； other eyes had noticed the look on Bosinney's face。
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moodsviolent spring flashing white on almond…blossom through the purple clouds； a snowy； moonlit peak； with its single star； soaring up to the passionate blue； or against the flames of sunset； an old yew…tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret。
There are moments； too； when in a picture…gallery； a work； noted by the casual spectator as '。。。。。。Titianremarkably fine；' breaks through the defences of some Forsyte better lunched perhaps than his fellows； and holds him spellbound in a kind of ecstasy。 There are things； he feelsthere are things here whichwell； which are things。 Something unreasoning； unreasonable； is upon him； when he tries to define it with the precision of a practical man； it eludes him； slips away； as the glow of the wine he has drunk is sli