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to feel himself ridiculous。 Short of actually beating his wife； he perceived nothing to be done； he therefore accepted the situation without another word。
Throughout the summer and autumn he continued to go to the office； to sort his pictures； and ask his friends to dinner。
He did not leave town； Irene refused to go away。 The house at Robin Hill； finished though it was； remained empty and ownerless。 Soames had brought a suit against the Buccaneer； in which he claimed from him the sum of three hundred and fifty pounds。
A firm of solicitors； Messrs。 Freak and Able； had put in a defence on Bosinney's behalf。 Admitting the facts； they raised a point on the correspondence which； divested of legal phraseology； amounted to this： To speak of 'a free hand in the terms of this correspondence' is an Irish bull。
By a chance； fortuitous but not improbable in the close borough of legal circles； a good deal of information came to Soames' ear anent this line of policy； the working partner in his firm； Bustard； happening to sit next at dinner at Walmisley's； the Taxing Master； to young Chankery； of the Common Law Bar。
The necessity for talking what is known as 'shop；' which comes on all lawyers with the removal of the ladies； caused Chankery； a young and promising advocate； to propound an impersonal conundrum to his neighbour； whose name he did not know； for； seated as he permanently was in the background； Bustard had practically no name。
He had； said Chankery； a case coming on with a 'very nice point。' He then explained； preserving every professional discretion； the riddle in Soames' case。 Everyone； he said； to whom he had spoken； thought it a nice point。 The issue was small unfortunately； 'though dd serious for his client he believed'Walmisley's champagne was bad but plentiful。 A Judge would make short work of it； he was afraid。 He intended to make a big effortthe point was a nice one。 What did his neighbour say？
Bustard； a model of secrecy； said nothing。 He related the incident to Soames however with some malice； for this quiet man was capable of human feeling； ending with his own opinion that the point was 'a very nice one。'
In accordance with his resolve； our Forsyte had put his interests into the hands of Jobling and Boulter。 From the moment of doing so he regretted that he had not acted for himself。 On receiving a copy of Bosinney's defence he went over to their offices。
Boulter； who had the matter in hand； Jobling having died some years before； told him that in his opinion it was rather a nice point； he would like counsel's opinion on it。
Soames told him to go to a good man； and they went to Waterbuck； Q。C。； marking him ten and one； who kept the papers six weeks and then wrote as follows
'In my opinion the true interpretation of this correspondence depends very much on the intention of the parties； and will turn upon the evidence given at the trial。 I am of opinion that an attempt should be made to secure from the architect an admission that he understood he was not to spend at the outside more than twelve thousand and fifty pounds。 With regard to the expression； 〃a free hand in the terms of this correspondence；〃 to which my attention is directed； the point is a nice one； but I am of opinion that upon the whole the ruling in 〃Boileau v。 The Blasted Cement Co。； Ltd。；〃 will apply。'
Upon this opinion they acted； administering interrogatories； but to their annoyance Messrs。 Freak and Able answered these in so masterly a fashion that nothing whatever was admitted and that without prejudice。
It was on October 1 that Soames read Waterbuck's opinion； in the dining…room before dinner。
It made him nervous； not so much because of the case of 'Boileau v。 The Blasted Cement Co。； Ltd。；' as that the point had lately begun to seem to him； too； a nice one； there was about it just that pleasant flavour of subtlety so attractive to the best legal appetites。 To have his own impression confirmed by Waterbuck； Q。C。； would have disturbed any man。
He sat thinking it over； and staring at the empty grate； for though autumn had come； the weather kept as gloriously fine that jubilee year as if it were still high August。 It was not pleasant to be disturbed； he desired too passionately to set his foot on Bosinney's neck。
Though he had not seen the architect since the last afternoon at Robin Hill； he was never free from the sense of his presence never free from the memory of his worn face with its high cheek bones and enthusiastic eyes。 It would riot be too much to say that he had never got rid of the feeling of that night when he heard the peacock's cry at dawnthe feeling that Bosinney haunted the house。 And every man's shape that he saw in the dark evenings walking past； seemed that of him whom George had so appropriately named the Buccaneer。
Irene still met him； he was certain； where； or how； he neither knew； nor asked； deterred by a vague and secret dread of too much knowledge。 It all seemed subterranean nowadays。
Sometimes when he questioned his wife as to where she had been； which he still made a point of doing； as every Forsyte should； she looked very strange。 Her self…possession was wonderful； but there were moments when； behind the mask of her face； inscrutable as it had always been to him； lurked an expression he had never been used to see there。
She had taken to lunching out too； when he asked Bilson if her mistress had been in to lunch； as often as not she would answer： 〃No； sir。〃
He strongly disapproved of her gadding about by herself； and told her so。 But she took no notice。 There was something that angered； amazed； yet almost amused； him about the calm way in which she disregarded his wishes。 It was really as if she were hugging to herself the thought of a triumph over him。
He rose from the perusal of Waterbuck； Q。C。's opinion； and； going upstairs； entered her room； for she did not lock her doors till bed…timeshe had the decency； he found； to save the feelings of the servants。 She was brushing her hair； and turned to him with strange fierceness。
〃What do you want？〃 she said。 〃Please leave my room！〃
He answered： 〃I want to know how long this state of things between us is to last？ I have put up with it long enough。〃
〃Will you please leave my room？〃
〃Will you treat me as your husband？〃
〃No。〃
〃Then； I shall take steps to make you。〃
〃Do！〃
He stared； amazed at the calmness of her answer。 Her lips were compressed in a thin line； her hair lay in fluffy masses on her bare shoulders； in all its strange golden contrast to her dark eyesthose eyes alive with the emotions of fear； hate； contempt； and odd； haunting triumph。
〃Now； please； will you leave my room？〃 He turned round； and went sulkily out。
He knew very well that he had no intention of taking steps； and he saw that she knew tooknew that he was afraid to。
It was a habit with him to tell her the doings of his day： how such and such clients had called； how he had arranged a mortgage for Parkes； how that long…standing suit of Fryer v。 Forsyte was getting on； which； arising in the preternaturally careful disposition of his property by his great uncle Nicholas； who had tied it up so that no one could get at it at all； seemed likely to remain a source of income for several solicitors till the Day of Judgment。
And how he had called in at Jobson's； and seen a Boucher sold； which he had just missed buying of Talleyrand and Sons in Pall Mall。
He had an admiration for Boucher； Watteau； and all that school。 It was a habit with him to tell her all these matters； and he continued to do it even now； talking for long spells at dinner； as though by the volubility of words he could conceal from himself the ache in his heart。
Often； if they were alone； he made an attempt to kiss her when she said good…night。 He may have had some vague notion that some night she would let him； or perhaps only the feeling that a husband ought to kiss his wife。 Even if she hated him； he at all events ought not to put himself in the wrong by neglecting this ancient rite。
And why did she hate him？ Even now he could not altogether believe it。 It was strange to be hated！the emotion was too extreme； yet he hated Bosinney； that Buccaneer； that prowling vagabond； that night…wanderer。 For in his thoughts Soames always saw him lying in waitwandering。 Ah； but he must be in very low water！ Young Burkitt； the architect； had seen him coming out of a third…rate restaurant； looking terribly down in the mouth！
During all the hours he lay awake； thinking over the situation； which seemed to have no endunless she should suddenly come to her sensesnever once did the thought of separating from his wife seriously enter his head。。。。
And the Forsytes！ What part did they play in this stage of Soames' subterranean tragedy？
Truth to say； little or none； for they were at the sea。
》From hotels； hydropathics； or lodging…houses； they were bathing daily； laying in a stock of ozone to last them through the winter。
Each section； in the vineyard of its own choosing； grew and culled and pressed and bottled the grapes of a pet sea…air。
The end of September began to witness their several returns。
In rude health and small omnibuses；