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pictures, the names of the painters, made a calculation of their values, but without the satisfaction he

       usually derived from this inward appraisement, and walked on.

       No. 62 would do well enough for another year, if he decided to build! The times were good for building, money had not been so dear for years; and the site he had seen at Robin Hill, when he had gone down there in the spring to inspect the Nicholl mortgage-- what could be better! Within twelve miles of Hyde Park Corner, the value of the land certain to go up, would always fetch more than he gave for it; so that a house, if built in really good style, was a first-class investment.

       The notion of being the one member of his family with a country house weighed but little with him; for to a true Forsyte, sentiment, even the sentiment of social position, was a luxury only to be indulged in after his appetite for more material pleasure had been satisfied.

       To get Irene out of London, away from opportunities of going about and seeing people, away from her friends and those who put ideas into her head! That was the thing! She was too thick with June! June disliked him. He returned the sentiment. They were of the same blood.

       It would be everything to get Irene out of town. The house would please her, she would enjoy messing about with the decoration,

       she was very artistic!

       The house must be in good style, something that would always be certain to command a price, something unique, like that last house

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       of Parkes, which had a tower; but Parkes had himself said that his architect was ruinous. You never knew where you were with those fellows; if they had a name they ran you into no end of expense and were conceited into the bargain.

       And a common architect was no good--the memory of Parkes' tower precluded the employment of a common architect:

       This was why he had thought of Bosinney. Since the dinner at Swithin's he had made enquiries, the result of which had been meagre, but encouraging: "One of the new school."

       "Clever?"

       "As clever as you like--a bit--a bit up in the air!"

       He had not been able to discover what houses Bosinney had built, nor what his charges were. The impression he gathered was that

       he would be able to make his own terms. The more he reflected on the idea, the more he liked it. It would be keeping the thing in the family, with Forsytes almost an instinct; and he would be able to get 'favoured-nation,' if not nominal terms--only fair, considering the chance to Bosinney of displaying his talents, for this house must be no common edifice.

       Soames reflected complacently on the work it would be sure to bring the young man; for, like every Forsyte, he could be a thorough optimist when there was anything to be had out of it.

       Bosinney's office was in Sloane Street, close at, hand, so that he would be able to keep his eye continually on the plans.

       Again, Irene would not be to likely to object to leave London if her greatest friend's lover were given the job. June's marriage might depend on it. Irene could not decently stand in the way of June's marriage; she would never do that, he knew her too well. And June would be pleased; of this he saw the advantage.

       Bosinney looked clever, but he had also--and--it was one of his great attractions--an air as if he did not quite know on which side his bread were buttered; he should be easy to deal with in money matters. Soames made this reflection in no defrauding spirit; it was the natural attitude of his mind--of the mind of any good business man--of all those thousands of good business men through whom he was threading his way up Ludgate Hill.

       Thus he fulfilled the inscrutable laws of his great class--of human nature itself--when he reflected, with a sense of comfort, that

       Bosinney would be easy to deal with in money matters.

       While he elbowed his way on, his eyes, which he usually kept fixed on the ground before his feet, were attracted upwards by the dome of St. Paul's. It had a peculiar fascination for him, that old dome, and not once, but twice or three times a week, would he halt in his daily pilgrimage to enter beneath and stop in the side aisles for five or ten minutes, scrutinizing the names and epitaphs on the monuments. The attraction for him of this great church was inexplicable, unless it enabled him to concentrate his thoughts on the business of the day. If any affair of particular moment, or demanding peculiar acuteness, was weighing on his mind, he invariably went in, to wander with mouse-like attention from epitaph to epitaph. Then retiring in the same noiseless way, he would hold steadily on up Cheapside, a thought more of dogged purpose in his gait, as though he had seen something which he had made up his mind

       to buy.

       He went in this morning, but, instead of stealing from monument to monument, turned his eyes upwards to the columns and spac-ings of the walls, and remained motionless.

       His uplifted face, with the awed and wistful look which faces take on themselves in church, was whitened to a chalky hue in the vast building. His gloved hands were clasped in front over the handle of his umbrella. He lifted them. Some sacred inspiration perhaps had come to him.

       'Yes,' he thought, 'I must have room to hang my pictures.

       That evening, on his return from the City, he called at Bosinney's office. He found the architect in his shirt-sleeves, smoking a pipe,

       and ruling off lines on a plan. Soames refused a drink, and came at once to the point.

       "If you've nothing better to do on Sunday, come down with me to Robin Hill, and give me your opinion on a building site."

       "Are you going to build?"

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       "Perhaps," said Soames; "but don't speak of it. I just want your opinion." "Quite so," said the architect.

       Soames peered about the room.

       "You're rather high up here," he remarked.

       Any information he could gather about the nature and scope of Bosinney's business would be all to the good.

       "It does well enough for me so far," answered the architect. "You're accustomed to the swells."

       He knocked out his pipe, but replaced it empty between his teeth; it assisted him perhaps to carry on the conversation. Soames noted a hollow in each cheek, made as it were by suction.

       "What do you pay for an office like this?" said he.

       "Fifty too much," replied Bosinney.

       This answer impressed Soames favourably.

       "I suppose it is dear," he said. "I'll call for you--on Sunday about eleven."

       The following Sunday therefore he called for Bosinney in a hansom, and drove him to the station. On arriving at Robin Hill, they found no cab, and started to walk the mile and a half to the site.

       It was the 1st of August--a perfect day, with a burning sun and cloudless sky--and in the straight, narrow road leading up the hill

       their feet kicked up a yellow dust.

       "Gravel soil," remarked Soames, and sideways he glanced at the coat Bosinney wore. Into the side-pockets of this coat were thrust

       bundles of papers, and under one arm was carried a queer-looking stick. Soames noted these and other peculiarities.

       No one but a clever man, or, indeed, a buccaneer, would have taken such liberties with his appearance; and though these eccentricities were revolting to Soames, he derived a certain satisfaction from them, as evidence of qualities by which he must inevitably profit. If the fellow could build houses, what did his clothes matter?

       "I told you," he said, "that I want this house to be a surprise, so don't say anything about it. I never talk of my affairs until they're

       carried through." Bosinney nodded.

       "Let women into your plans," pursued Soames, "and you never know where it'll end." "Ah!" Said Bosinney, "women are the devil!"

       This feeling had long been at the--bottom of Soames's heart; he had never, however, put it into words.

       "Oh!" he Muttered, "so you're beginning

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