The Forsyte Saga - Complete

at moment had he realised how much the dread of bringing James' grey hairs down with sorrow to the grave had counted with him; how intimately it was bound up with his own

see it in all the newspapers. This was like lending a hand to Death, that final enemy of Forsytes. 'I must tell mother,' he thought, 'and when it comes on, we must keep the papers from him somehow

catch cold. Why can'

her's a

waiting. Why doe

morning, instead of making a g

, I shouldn't wonde

back to be

re to-morrow morning

to-morrow morning; I'll go dow

so cock-a-hoop. He ma

u won't catch him by standing o

pped in a brown silk quilted gown, stooping over the balustrade above. Light f

which sounded injured, and his mother's

extended a thin, crooked finger, oddly like the beckoning o

t Soames. 'What has

sed two silver-backed brushes through and through his hair. She would do this several times a d

" he said. "I'v

nd, taking up a silver button-

id, "you're l

hook hi

eard." He announced Emily's ignorance of what

t state all the evening. I'm

f the brushes continued t

" And, fixing his grey eyes, in which there was a look o

of money. There's Rachel and Cicely got no children; and Val's out there-that chap his

ad heard all this before. Wh

s all!" s

I'm coming to that." And again hi

said suddenly; "you o

Soames' composure. His eyes reconcentrated themselves quick

his dead twin-'.he Stout and the Lean of it,' they had been called.) "She wouldn't be alone, I should say." And with that summing-up of the effec

mes knows best. I

; "but there's all my money, and there's his-who's

ok on the lace and pink silk

ily, "there are all

. "I shall be in my grave, and there'l

said Soames quietly; "

lmost started

"There! nobody t

agined you wanted it? My dear boy, tha

if to himself; "but I can't help that.

g Vacation; it'

alculation. "I shan't live to

ourse you will, James. Soame

lence, till James r

he direction of his son. Soames bent over and kissed that brow just where the hair began. A re

e the papers when that comes. They're a morbid l

es went to the door; h

ed. I'll say a

mother a

es; it'll be ever