Notnational welfare, but the painter of those
passion fruits,possessed his mind.
It makes everything terribly earnest in a world
that isnt worthit.
Its just right, said June; delightfully artificial.
Conscience, said the Rafaelite; that young man will go far onthe straight and
narrow. Hewanted to do something useful with his life; he wanted to be loyaland
kind.
It was all confused and heavy in his mind, likethe
air in the room.
They seem to be very busysettling about the farm
that Jon Forsyte is going to take.
I was there myself last night at a dance! Still,
its so important for him to be making somethingwhile hes waiting to take his real
place.
That was the period, of course, when people were
seriousabout those things. In the service of this complexity, she went back to
Junes. The ball-room was somewhat detached, and Soames went down acorridor. Always,
was all she said when at last they stopped. Let him once get his head into the
paintersnoose, and there would be not one but many chances.
After that they would meet, perhaps, two or
threetimes a year.
Did you know I was yourfellow victim,
Jon?
Young Jon Forsyte has an Arabdress he brought from
Egypt.
People have got sofar away from the obvious that
the obvious startles them, andnothing else does.
Shewould be able to go there without let or cavil,
and none would knowwhat she did with her time. Not too pointedly, said Soames; or
shell get into a fantod.
If she were to be out, he said to Fleur, I shouldnt
mind havinga look round her studio.