THE FORSYTE SAGA - Complete Series: The Man of Property, Indian Summer of a Forsyte, In Chancery, Awakening & To Let - John Galsworthy

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the drawing-room door for her, but ran downstairs.

      June paused for a moment to look at herself in the little old-fashioned silver mirror above the oaken rug chest—a slim, imperious young figure, with a small resolute face, in a white frock, cut moon-shaped at the base of a neck too slender for her crown of twisted red-gold hair.

      She opened the drawing-room door softly, meaning to take him by surprise. The room was filled with a sweet hot scent of flowering azaleas.

      She took a long breath of the perfume, and heard Bosinney's voice, not in the room, but quite close, saying.

      "Ah! there were such heaps of things I wanted to talk about, and now we shan't have time!"

      Irene's voice answered: "Why not at dinner?"

      "How can one talk...."

      June's first thought was to go away, but instead she crossed to the long window opening on the little court. It was from there that the scent of the azaleas came, and, standing with their backs to her, their faces buried in the golden-pink blossoms, stood her lover and Irene.

      Silent but unashamed, with flaming cheeks and angry eyes, the girl watched.

      "Come on Sunday by yourself—We can go over the house together."

      June saw Irene look up at him through her screen of blossoms. It was not the look of a coquette, but—far worse to the watching girl—of a woman fearful lest that look should say too much.

      "I've promised to go for a drive with Uncle...."

      "The big one! Make him bring you; it's only ten miles—the very thing for his horses."

      "Poor old Uncle Swithin!"

      A wave of the azalea scent drifted into June's face; she felt sick and dizzy.

      "Do! ah! do!"

      "But why?"

      "I must see you there—I thought you'd like to help me...."

      The answer seemed to the girl to come softly with a tremble from amongst the blossoms: "So I do!"

      And she stepped into the open space of the window.

      "How stuffy it is here!" she said; "I can't bear this scent!"

      Her eyes, so angry and direct, swept both their faces.

      "Were you talking about the house? I haven't seen it yet, you know—shall we all go on Sunday?"'

      From Irene's face the colour had flown.

      "I am going for a drive that day with Uncle Swithin," she answered.

      "Uncle Swithin! What does he matter? You can throw him over!"

      "I am not in the habit of throwing people over!"

      There was a sound of footsteps and June saw Soames standing just behind her.

      "Well! if you are all ready," said Irene, looking from one to the other with a strange smile, "dinner is too!"

      CHAPTER II—JUNE'S TREAT

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      Dinner began in silence; the women facing one another, and the men.

      In silence the soup was finished—excellent, if a little thick; and fish was brought. In silence it was handed.

      Bosinney ventured: "It's the first spring day."

      Irene echoed softly: "Yes—the first spring day."

      "Spring!" said June: "there isn't a breath of air!" No one replied.

      The fish was taken away, a fine fresh sole from Dover. And Bilson brought champagne, a bottle swathed around the neck with white....

      Soames said: "You'll find it dry."

      Cutlets were handed, each pink-frilled about the legs. They were refused by June, and silence fell.

      Soames said: "You'd better take a cutlet, June; there's nothing coming."

      But June again refused, so they were borne away. And then Irene asked: "Phil, have you heard my blackbird?"

      Bosinney answered: "Rather—he's got a hunting-song. As I came round I heard him in the Square."

      "He's such a darling!"

      "Salad, sir?" Spring chicken was removed.

      But Soames was speaking: "The asparagus is very poor. Bosinney, glass of sherry with your sweet? June, you're drinking nothing!"

      June said: "You know I never do. Wine's such horrid stuff!"

      An apple charlotte came upon a silver dish, and smilingly Irene said: "The azaleas are so wonderful this year!"

      To this Bosinney murmured: "Wonderful! The scent's extraordinary!"

      June said: "How can you like the scent? Sugar, please, Bilson."

      Sugar was handed her, and Soames remarked: "This charlottes good!"

      The charlotte was removed. Long silence followed. Irene, beckoning, said: "Take out the azalea, Bilson. Miss June can't bear the scent."

      "No; let it stay," said June.

      Olives from France, with Russian caviare, were placed on little plates. And Soames remarked: "Why can't we have the Spanish?" But no one answered.

      The olives were removed. Lifting her tumbler June demanded: "Give me some water, please." Water was given her. A silver tray was brought, with German plums. There was a lengthy pause. In perfect harmony all were eating them.

      Bosinney counted up the stones: "This year—next year—some time."

      Irene finished softly: "Never! There was such a glorious sunset. The sky's all ruby still—so beautiful!"

      He answered: "Underneath the dark."

      Their eyes had met, and June cried scornfully: "A London sunset!"

      Egyptian cigarettes were handed in a silver box. Soames, taking one, remarked: "What time's your play begin?"

      No one replied, and Turkish coffee followed in enamelled cups.

      Irene, smiling quietly, said: "If only...."

      "Only what?" said June.

      "If only it could always be the spring!"

      Brandy was handed; it was pale and old.

      Soames said: "Bosinney, better take some brandy."

      Bosinney took a glass; they all arose.

      "You want a cab?" asked Soames.

      June answered: "No! My cloaks please, Bilson." Her cloak was brought.

      Irene, from the window, murmured: "Such a lovely night! The stars are coming out!"

      Soames added: "Well, I hope you'll both enjoy yourselves."

      From the door June answered: "Thanks. Come, Phil."

      Bosinney cried: "I'm coming."

      Soames smiled a sneering smile, and said: "I wish you luck!"

      And at the door Irene watched them go.

      Bosinney called: "Good night!"

      "Good night!" she answered softly....

      June made her lover take her on the top of a 'bus, saying she wanted air, and there sat silent, with her face to the breeze.

      The driver turned once or twice, with the intention of venturing a remark, but thought better of it. They were a lively couple! The spring had got into his blood, too; he felt the need for letting steam

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