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'I think I have taken nothing that you or your people have given me。' And that was all。
He looked at the clasps and bracelets of diamonds and pearls； at the little flat gold watch with a great diamond set in sapphires； at the chains and rings； each in its nest； and the tears rushed up in his eyes and dropped upon them。
Nothing that she could have done； nothing that she had done； brought home to him like this the inner significance of her act。 For the moment； perhaps； he understood nearly all there was to understandunderstood that she loathed him； that she had loathed him for years； that for all intents and purposes they were like people living in different worlds； that there was no hope for him； never had been； even； that she had sufferedthat she was to be pitied。
In that moment of emotion he betrayed the Forsyte in himforgot himself； his interests； his propertywas capable of almost anything； was lifted into the pure ether of the selfless and unpractical。
Such moments pass quickly。
And as though with the tears he had purged himself of weakness； he got up； locked the box； and slowly； almost trembling； carried it with him into the other room。
CHAPTER VII
JUNE'S VICTORY
June had waited for her chance； scanning the duller columns of the journals； morning and evening with an assiduity which at first puzzled old Jolyon； and when her chance came； she took it with all the promptitude and resolute tenacity of her character。
She will always remember best in her life that morning when at last she saw amongst the reliable Cause List of the Times newspaper； under the heading of Court XIII； Mr。 Justice Bentham； the case of Forsyte v。 Bosinney。
Like a gambler who stakes his last piece of money； she had prepared to hazard her all upon this throw； it was not her nature to contemplate defeat。 How； unless with the instinct of a woman in love； she knew that Bosinney's discomfiture in this action was assured； cannot be toldon this assumption； however； she laid her plans； as upon a certainty。
Half past eleven found her at watch in the gallery of Court XIII。； and there she remained till the case of Forsyte v。 Bosinney was over。 Bosinney's absence did not disquiet her； she had felt instinctively that he would not defend himself。 At the end of the judgment she hastened down； and took a cab to his rooms。
She passed the open street…door and the offices on the three lower floors without attracting notice； not till she reached the top did her difficulties begin。
Her ring was not answered； she had now to make up her mind whether she would go down and ask the caretaker in the basement to let her in to await Mr。 Bosinney's return； or remain patiently outside the door； trusting that no one would； come up。 She decided on the latter course。
A quarter of an hour had passed in freezing vigil on the landing； before it occurred to her that Bosinney had been used to leave the key of his rooms under the door…mat。 She looked and found it there。 For some minutes she could not decide to make use of it； at last she let herself in and left the door open that anyone who came might see she was there on business。
This was not the same June who had paid the trembling visit five months ago； those months of suffering and restraint had made her less sensitive； she had dwelt on this visit so long； with such minuteness； that its terrors were discounted beforehand。 She was not there to fail this time； for if she failed no one could help her。
Like some mother beast on the watch over her young； her little quick figure never stood still in that room； but wandered from wall to wall； from window to door； fingering now one thing； now another。 There was dust everywhere； the room could not have been cleaned for weeks； and June； quick to catch at anything that should buoy up her hope； saw in it a sign that he had been obliged； for economy's sake； to give up his servant。
She looked into the bedroom； the bed was roughly made； as though by the hand of man。 Listening intently； she darted in； and peered into his cupboards。 A few shirts and collars； a pair of muddy bootsthe room was bare even of garments。
She stole back to the sitting…room； and now she noticed the absence of all the little things he had set store by。 The clock that had been his mother's； the field…glasses that had hung over the sofa； two really valuable old prints of Harrow； where his father had been at school； and last； not least； the piece of Japanese pottery she herself had given him。 All were gone； and in spite of the rage roused within her championing soul at the thought that the world should treat him thus； their disappearance augured happily for the success of her plan。
It was while looking at the spot where the piece of Japanese pottery had stood that she felt a strange certainty of being watched； and； turning； saw Irene in the open doorway。
The two stood gazing at each other for a minute in silence； then June walked forward and held out her hand。 Irene did not take it。
When her hand was refused； June put it behind her。 Her eyes grew steady with anger； she waited for Irene to speak； and thus waiting； took in； with who…knows…what rage of jealousy； suspicion； and curiosity； every detail of her friend's face and dress and figure。
Irene was clothed in her long grey fur； the travelling cap on her head left a wave of gold hair visible above her forehead。 The soft fullness of the coat made her face as small as a child's。
Unlike June's cheeks； her cheeks had no colour in them； but were ivory white and pinched as if with cold。 Dark circles lay round her eyes。 In one hand she held a bunch of violets。
She looked back at June； no smile on her lips； and with those great dark eyes fastened on her； the girl； for all her startled anger； felt something of the old spell。
She spoke first； after all。
〃What have you come for？〃 But the feeling that she herself was being asked the same question； made her add： 〃This horrible case。 I came to tell himhe has lost it。〃
Irene did not speak； her eyes never moved from June's face； and the girl cried：
〃Don't stand there as if you were made of stone！〃
Irene laughed： 〃I wish to God I were！〃
But June turned away： 〃Stop！〃 she cried； 〃don't tell me！ I don't want to hear！ I don't want to hear what you've come for。 I don't want to hear！〃 And like some uneasy spirit； she began swiftly walking to and fro。 Suddenly she broke out：
〃I was here first。 We can't both stay here together！〃
On Irene's face a smile wandered up； and died out like a flicker of firelight。 She did not move。 And then it was that June perceived under the softness arid immobility of this figure something desperate and resolved； something not to be turned away； something dangerous。 She tore off her hat； and； putting both hands to her brow； pressed back the bronze mass of her hair。
〃You have no right here！〃 she cried defiantly。
Irene answered： 〃I have no right anywhere！
〃What do you mean？〃
〃I have left Soames。 You always wanted me to！〃
June put her hands over her ears。
〃Don't！ I don't want to hear anythingI don't want to know anything。 It's impossible to fight with you！ What makes you stand like that？ Why don't you go？〃
Irene's lips moved； she seemed to be saying： 〃Where should I go？〃
June turned to the window。 She could see the face of a clock down in the street。 It was nearly four。 At any moment he might come！ She looked back across her shoulder； and her face was distorted with anger。
But Irene had not moved； in her gloved hands she ceaselessly turned and twisted the little bunch of violets。
The tears of rage and disappointment rolled down June's cheeks。
〃How could you come？〃 she said。 〃You have been a false friend to me！〃
Again Irene laughed。 June saw that she had played a wrong card； and broke down。
〃Why have you come？〃 she sobbed。 〃You've ruined my life； and now you want to ruin his！〃
Irene's mouth quivered； her eyes met June's with a look so mournful that the girl cried out in the midst of her sobbing； 〃No； no！〃
But Irene's head bent till it touched her breast。 She turned； and went quickly out； hiding her lips with the little bunch of violets。
June ran to the door。 She heard the footsteps going down and down。 She called out： 〃Come back； Irene！ Come back！〃
The footsteps died away。。。。
Bewildered and torn； the girl stood at the top of the stairs。 Why had Irene gone； leaving her mistress of the field？ What did it mean？ Had she really given him up to her？ Or had she。。。？ And she was the prey of a gnawing uncertainty。。。。 Bosinney did not come。。。。
About six o'clock that afternoon old Jolyon returned from Wistaria Avenue； where now almost every day he spent some hours； and asked if his grand…daughter were upstairs。 On being told that she had just come in； he sent up to her room to request her to come down and speak to him。
He had made up his mind to tell her that he was reconciled with her father。 In future bygones must be bygones。 He would no longer live alone； or practically alone； in this great house； he was going to give it up； and take one in the country for his son； where they could all go and live together。 If June did not like this； she coul