THE FORSYTE COLLECTION - Complete 9 Books. John Galsworthy

morte," she added suddenly; "Hester—do remember that!"....

      Considerable debate took place between the two sisters whether Timothy should or should not be summoned to see Annette.

      "Oh, don't bother!" said Soames.

      "But it's no trouble, only of course Annette's being French might upset him a little. He was so scared about Fashoda. I think perhaps we had better not run the risk, Hester. It's nice to have her all to ourselves, isn't it? And how are you, Soames? Have you quite got over your...."

      Hester interposed hurriedly:

      "What do you think of London, Annette?"

      Soames, disquieted, awaited the reply. It came, sensible, composed: "Oh! I know London. I have visited before."

      He had never ventured to speak to her on the subject of the restaurant. The French had different notions about gentility, and to shrink from connection with it might seem to her ridiculous; he had waited to be married before mentioning it; and now he wished he hadn't.

      "And what part do you know best?" said Aunt Juley.

      "Soho," said Annette simply.

      Soames snapped his jaw.

      "Soho?" repeated Aunt Juley; "Soho?"

      'That'll go round the family,' thought Soames.

      "It's very French, and interesting," he said.

      "Yes," murmured Aunt Juley, "your Uncle Roger had some houses there once; he was always having to turn the tenants out, I remember."

      Soames changed the subject to Mapledurham.

      "Of course," said Aunt Juley, "you will be going down there soon to settle in. We are all so looking forward to the time when Annette has a dear little...."

      "Juley!" cried Aunt Hester desperately, "ring tea!"

      Soames dared not wait for tea, and took Annette away.

      "I shouldn't mention Soho if I were you," he said in the cab. "It's rather a shady part of London; and you're altogether above that restaurant business now; I mean," he added, "I want you to know nice people, and the English are fearful snobs."

      Annette's clear eyes opened; a little smile came on her lips.

      "Yes?" she said.

      'H'm!' thought Soames, 'that's meant for me!' and he looked at her hard. 'She's got good business instincts,' he thought. 'I must make her grasp it once for all!'

      "Look here, Annette! it's very simple, only it wants understanding. Our professional and leisured classes still think themselves a cut above our business classes, except of course the very rich. It may be stupid, but there it is, you see. It isn't advisable in England to let people know that you ran a restaurant or kept a shop or were in any kind of trade. It may have been extremely creditable, but it puts a sort of label on you; you don't have such a good time, or meet such nice people—that's all."

      "I see," said Annette; "it is the same in France."

      "Oh!" murmured Soames, at once relieved and taken aback. "Of course, class is everything, really."

      "Yes," said Annette; "comme vous etes sage."

      'That's all right,' thought Soames, watching her lips, 'only she's pretty cynical.' His knowledge of French was not yet such as to make him grieve that she had not said 'tu.' He slipped his arm round her, and murmured with an effort:

      "Et vous etes ma belle femme."

      Annette went off into a little fit of laughter.

      "Oh, non!" she said. "Oh, non! ne parlez pas Francais, Soames. What is that old lady, your aunt, looking forward to?"

      Soames bit his lip. "God knows!" he said; "she's always saying something;" but he knew better than God.

      CHAPTER XI—SUSPENDED ANIMATION

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       The war dragged on. Nicholas had been heard to say that it would cost three hundred millions if it cost a penny before they'd done with it! The income-tax was seriously threatened. Still, there would be South Africa for their money, once for all. And though the possessive instinct felt badly shaken at three o'clock in the morning, it recovered by breakfast-time with the recollection that one gets nothing in this world without paying for it. So, on the whole, people went about their business much as if there were no war, no concentration camps, no slippery de Wet, no feeling on the Continent, no anything unpleasant. Indeed, the attitude of the nation was typified by Timothy's map, whose animation was suspended—for Timothy no longer moved the flags, and they could not move themselves, not even backwards and forwards as they should have done.

      Suspended animation went further; it invaded Forsyte 'Change, and produced a general uncertainty as to what was going to happen next. The announcement in the marriage column of The Times, 'Jolyon Forsyte to Irene, only daughter of the late Professor Heron,' had occasioned doubt whether Irene had been justly described. And yet, on the whole, relief was felt that she had not been entered as 'Irene, late the wife,' or 'the divorced wife,' 'of Soames Forsyte.' Altogether, there had been a kind of sublimity from the first about the way the family had taken that 'affair.' As James had phrased it, 'There it was!' No use to fuss! Nothing to be had out of admitting that it had been a 'nasty jar'—in the phraseology of the day.

      But what would happen now that both Soames and Jolyon were married again? That was very intriguing. George was known to have laid Eustace six to four on a little Jolyon before a little Soames. George was so droll! It was rumoured, too, that he and Dartie had a bet as to whether James would attain the age of ninety, though which of them had backed James no one knew.

      Early in May, Winifred came round to say that Val had been wounded in the leg by a spent bullet, and was to be discharged. His wife was nursing him. He would have a little limp—nothing to speak of. He wanted his grandfather to buy him a farm out there where he could breed horses. Her father was giving Holly eight hundred a year, so they could be quite comfortable, because his grandfather would give Val five, he had said; but as to the farm, he didn't know—couldn't tell: he didn't want Val to go throwing away his money.

      "But you know," said Winifred, "he must do something."

      Aunt Hester thought that perhaps his dear grandfather was wise, because if he didn't buy a farm it couldn't turn out badly.

      "But Val loves horses," said Winifred. "It'd be such an occupation for him."

      Aunt Juley thought that horses were very uncertain, had not Montague found them so?

      "Val's different," said Winifred; "he takes after me."

      Aunt Juley was sure that dear Val was very clever. "I always remember," she added, "how he gave his bad penny to a beggar. His dear grandfather was so pleased. He thought it showed such presence of mind. I remember his saying that he ought to go into the Navy."

      Aunt Hester chimed in: Did not Winifred think that it was much better for the young people to be secure and not run any risk at their age?

      "Well," said Winifred, "if they were in London, perhaps; in London it's amusing to do nothing. But out there, of course, he'll simply get bored to death."

      Aunt Hester thought that it would be nice for him to work, if he were quite sure not to lose by it. It was not as if they had no money. Timothy, of course, had done so well by retiring. Aunt Juley wanted to know what Montague had said.

      Winifred did not tell her, for Montague had merely remarked: "Wait till the old man dies."

      At this moment Francie was announced. Her eyes were brimming with a smile.

      "Well," she said, "what do you think of it?"

      "Of what, dear?"

      "In The Times this morning."

      "We haven't seen it, we always