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The end of September began to witness their several returns。
In rude health and small omnibuses； with considerable colour in their cheeks； they arrived daily from the various termini。 The following morning saw them back at their vocations。
On the next Sunday Timothy's was thronged from lunch till dinner。
Amongst other gossip； too numerous and interesting to relate； Mrs。 Septimus Small mentioned that Soames and Irene had not been away。
It remained for a comparative outsider to supply the next evidence of interest。
It chanced that one afternoon late in September； Mrs。 MacAnder； Winifred Dartie's greatest friend； taking a constitutional； with young Augustus Flippard； on her bicycle in Richmond Park； passed Irene and Bosinney walking from the bracken towards the Sheen Gate。
Perhaps the poor little woman was thirsty； for she had ridden long on a hard； dry road； and； as all London knows； to ride a bicycle and talk to young Flippard will try the toughest constitution； or perhaps the sight of the cool bracken grove； whence 'those two' were coming down； excited her envy。 The cool bracken grove on the top of the hill； with the oak boughs for roof； where the pigeons were raising an endless wedding hymn； and the autumn； humming； whispered to the ears of lovers in the fern； while the deer stole by。 The bracken grove of irretrievable delights； of golden minutes in the long marriage of heaven and earth！ The bracken grove； sacred to stags； to strange tree…stump fauns leaping around the silver whiteness of a birch…tree nymph at summer dusk
This lady knew all the Forsytes； and having been at June's 'at home；' was not at a loss to see with whom she had to deal。 Her own marriage； poor thing； had not been successful； but having had the good sense and ability to force her husband into pronounced error； she herself had passed through the necessary divorce proceedings without incurring censure。
She was therefore a judge of all that sort of thing； and lived in one of those large buildings； where in small sets of apartments； are gathered incredible quantities of Forsytes； whose chief recreation out of business hours is the discussion of each other's affairs。
Poor little woman； perhaps she was thirsty； certainly she was bored； for Flippard was a wit。 To see 'those two' in so unlikely a spot was quite a merciful 'pick…me…up。'
At the MacAnder； like all London； Time pauses。
This small but remarkable woman merits attention； her all…seeing eye and shrewd tongue were inscrutably the means of furthering the ends of Providence。
With an air of being in at the death； she had an almost distressing power of taking care of herself。 She had done more； perhaps； in her way than any woman about town to destroy the sense of chivalry which still clogs the wheel of civilization。 So smart she was； and spoken of endearingly as 'the little MacAnder！'
Dressing tightly and well； she belonged to a Woman's Club； but was by no means the neurotic and dismal type of member who was always thinking of her rights。 She took her rights unconsciously； they came natural to her； and she knew exactly how to make the most of them without exciting anything but admiration amongst that great class to whom she was affiliated； not precisely perhaps by manner； but by birth； breeding； and the true； the secret gauge； a sense of property。
The daughter of a Bedfordshire solicitor； by the daughter of a clergyman； she had never； through all the painful experience of being married to a very mild painter with a cranky love of Nature； who had deserted her for an actress； lost touch with the requirements； beliefs； and inner feeling of Society； and； on attaining her liberty； she placed herself without effort in the very van of Forsyteism。
Always in good spirits； and 'full of information；' she was universally welcomed。 She excited neither surprise nor disapprobation when encountered on the Rhine or at Zermatt； either alone； or travelling with a lady and two gentlemen； it was felt that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself； and the hearts of all Forsytes warmed to that wonderful instinct； which enabled her to enjoy everything without giving anything away。 It was generally felt that to such women as Mrs。 MacAnder should we look for the perpetuation and increase of our best type of woman。 She had never had any children。
If there was one thing more than another that she could not stand it was one of those soft women with what men called 'charm' about them； and for Mrs。 Soames she always had an especial dislike。
Obscurely； no doubt； she felt that if charm were once admitted as the criterion； smartness and capability must go to the wall； and she hatedwith a hatred the deeper that at times this so…called charm seemed to disturb all calculationsthe subtle seductiveness which she could not altogether overlook in Irene。
She said； however； that she could see nothing in the womanthere was no 'go' about hershe would never be able to stand up for herselfanyone could take advantage of her； that was plainshe could not see in fact what men found to admire！
She was not really ill…natured； but； in maintaining her position after the trying circumstances of her married life； she had found it so necessary to be 'full of information；' that the idea of holding her tongue about 'those two' in the Park never occurred to her。
And it so happened that she was dining that very evening at Timothy's； where she went sometimes to 'cheer the old things up；' as she was wont to put it。 The same people were always asked to meet her： Winifred Dartie and her husband； Francie； because she belonged to the artistic circles； for Mrs。 MacAnder was known to contribute articles on dress to 'The Ladies Kingdom Come'； and for her to flirt with； provided they could be obtained； two of the Hayman boys； who； though they never said anything； were believed to be fast and thoroughly intimate with all that was latest in smart Society。
At twenty…five minutes past seven she turned out the electric light in her little hall； and wrapped in her opera cloak with the chinchilla collar； came out into the corridor； pausing a moment to make sure she had her latch…key。 These little self…contained flats were convenient； to be sure； she had no light and no air； but she could shut it up whenever she liked and go away。 There was no bother with servants； and she never felt tied as she used to when poor； dear Fred was always about； in his mooney way。 She retained no rancour against poor； dear Fred； he was such a fool； but the thought of that actress drew from her； even now； a little； bitter； derisive smile。
Firmly snapping the door to； she crossed the corridor； with its gloomy； yellow…ochre walls； and its infinite vista of brown； numbered doors。 The lift was going down； and wrapped to the ears in the high cloak； with every one of her auburn hairs in its place； she waited motionless for it to stop at her floor。 The iron gates clanked open； she entered。 There were already three occupants； a man in a great white waistcoat； with a large； smooth face like a baby's； and two old ladies in black； with mittened hands。
Mrs。 MacAnder smiled at them； she knew everybody； and all these three； who had been admirably silent before； began to talk at once。 This was Mrs。 MacAnder's successful secret。 She provoked conversation。
Throughout a descent of five stories the conversation continued； the lift boy standing with his back turned； his cynical face protruding through the bars。
At the bottom they separated； the man in the white waistcoat sentimentally to the billiard room； the old ladies to dine and say to each other： 〃A dear little woman！〃 〃Such a rattle！〃 and Mrs。 MacAnder to her cab。
When Mrs。 MacAnder dined at Timothy's； the conversation （although Timothy himself could never be induced to be present） took that wider； man…of…the…world tone current among Forsytes at large； and this； no doubt； was what put her at a premium there。
Mrs。 Small and Aunt Hester found it an exhilarating change。 〃If only；〃 they said； 〃Timothy would meet her！〃 It was felt that she would do him good。 She could tell you； for instance； the latest story of Sir Charles Fiste's son at Monte Carlo； who was the real heroine of Tynemouth Eddy's fashionable novel that everyone was holding up their hands over； and what they were doing in Paris about wearing bloomers。 She was so sensible； too； knowing all about that vexed question； whether to send young Nicholas' eldest into the navy as his mother wished； or make him an accountant as his father thought would be safer。 She strongly deprecated the navy。 If you were not exceptionally brilliant or exceptionally well connected； they passed you over so disgracefully； and what was it after all to look forward to； even if you became an admirala pittance！ An accountant had many more chances； but let him be put with a good firm； where there was no risk at starting！
Sometimes she would give them a tip on the Stock Exchange； not that Mrs。 Small or Aunt Hester ever took it。 They had indeed no money to invest； but it seemed to bring them into such exciting touch with the realities of life。 It was an event。 They would ask Timothy； they said。 But they never did； knowing in advance t