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I don't think；〃 she said mournfully； 〃that you ought to let them call him 'The Buccaneer'； people might think it odd； now that he's going to build a house for Soames。 I do hope he will be careful； it's so important for him。 Soames has such good taste！〃
〃Taste！〃 cried June； flaring up at once； 〃wouldn't give that for his taste； or any of the family's！〃
Mrs。 Small was taken aback。
〃Your Uncle Swithin；〃 she said； 〃always had beautiful taste！ And Soames's little house is lovely； you don't mean to say you don't think so！〃
〃H'mph！〃 said June； 〃that's only because Irene's there！〃
Aunt Juley tried to say something pleasant：
〃And how will dear Irene like living in the country？〃
June gazed at her intently； with a look in her eyes as if her conscience had suddenly leaped up into them； it passed； and an even more intent look took its place； as if she had stared that conscience out of countenance。 She replied imperiously：
Of course she'll like it； why shouldn't she？〃
Mrs。 Small grew nervous。
〃I didn't know；〃 she said； 〃I thought she mightn't like to leave her friends。 Your Uncle James says she doesn't take enough interest in life。 We thinkI mean Timothy thinksshe ought to go out more。 I expect you'll miss her very much！〃
June clasped her hands behind her neck。
〃I do wish； 〃she cried； 〃Uncle Timothy wouldn't talk about what doesn't concern him！〃
Aunt Juley rose to the full height of her tall figure。
〃He never talks about what doesn't concern him； she said。
June was instantly compunctious； she ran to her aunt and kissed her。
〃I'm very sorry； auntie； but I wish they'd let Irene alone。〃
Aunt Juley； unable to think of anything further on the subject that would be suitable； was silent； she prepared for departure； hooking her black silk cape across her chest； and； taking up her green reticule：
〃And how is your dear grandfather？〃 she asked in the hall； 〃I expect he's very lonely now that all your time is taken up with Mr。 Bosinney。〃
She bent and kissed her niece hungrily； and with little； mincing steps passed away。
The tears sprang up in June's eyes； running into the little study； where Bosinney was sitting at the table drawing birds on the back of an envelope； she sank down； by his side and cried：
〃Oh； Phil！ it's all so horrid！〃 Her heart was as warm as the colour of her hair。
On the following Sunday morning； while Soames was shaving； a message was brought him to the effect that Mr。 Bosinney was below； and would be glad to see him。 Opening the door into his wife's room； he said：
〃Bosinney's downstairs。 Just go and entertain him while I finish shaving。 I'll be down in a minute。 It's about the plans； I expect。〃
Irene looked at him； without reply； put the finishing touch to her dress and went downstairs。 He could not make her out about this house。 She had said nothing against it； and； as far as Bosinney was concerned； seemed friendly enough。
》From the window of his dressing…room he could see them talking together in the little court below。 He hurried on with his shaving； cutting his chin twice。 He heard them laugh； and thought to himself： 〃Well； they get on all right； anyway！〃
As he expected； Bosinney had come round to fetch； him to look at the plans。
He took his hat and went over。
The plans were spread on the oak table in the architect's room； and pale； imperturbable； inquiring； Soames bent over them for a long time without speaking。
He said at last in a puzzled voice：
〃It's an odd sort of house！〃
A rectangular house of two stories was designed in a quadrangle round a covered…in court。 This court； encircled by a gallery on the upper floor； was roofed with a glass roof； supported by eight columns running up from the ground。
It was indeed； to Forsyte eyes； an odd house。
〃There's a lot of room cut to waste；〃 pursued Soames。
Bosinney began to walk about； and Soames did not like the expression on his face。
〃The principle of this house；〃 said the architect； 〃was that you should have room to breathelike a gentleman！〃
Soames extended his finger and thumb； as if measuring the extent of the distinction he should acquire； and replied：
〃Oh！ yes； I see。〃
The peculiar look came into Bosinney's face which marked all； his enthusiasms。
〃I've tried to plan you a house here with some self…respect of its own。 If you don't like it； you'd better say so。 It's certainly the last thing to be consideredwho wants self…respect in a house； when you can squeeze in an extra lavatory？〃 He put his finger suddenly down on the left division of the centre oblong： 〃You can swing a cat here。 This is for your pictures； divided from this court by curtains； draw them back and you'll have a space of fifty…one by twenty…three six。 This double…faced stove in the centre； here； looks one way towards the court； one way towards the picture room； this end wall is all window； You've a southeast light from that； a north light from the court。 The rest of your pictures you can hang round the gallery upstairs； or in the other rooms。 〃In architecture；〃 he went onand though looking at Soames he did not seem to see him； which gave Soames an unpleasant feeling〃as in life； you'll get no self…respect without regularity。 Fellows tell you that's old fashioned。 It appears to be peculiar any way； it never occurs to us to embody the main principle of life in our buildings； we load our houses with decoration； gimcracks； corners； anything to distract the eye。 On the contrary the eye should rest； get your effects with a few strong lines。 The whole thing is regularity there's no self…respect without it。〃
Soames； the unconscious ironist； fixed his gaze on Bosinney's tie； which was far from being in the perpendicular； he was unshaven too； and his dress not remarkable for order。 Architecture appeared to have exhausted his regularity。
〃Won't it look like a barrack？〃 he inquired。
He did not at once receive a reply。
〃I can see what it is；〃 said Bosinney； 〃you want one of Little… master's housesone of the pretty and commodious sort； where the servants will live in garrets； and the front door be sunk so that you may come up again。 By all means try Littlemaster； you'll find him a capital fellow； I've known him all my life！〃
Soames was alarmed。 He had really been struck by the plans； and the concealment of his satisfaction had been merely instinctive。 It was difficult for him to pay a compliment。 He despised people who were lavish with their praises。
He found himself now in the embarrassing position of one who must pay a compliment or run the risk of losing a good thing。 Bosinney was just the fellow who might tear up the plans and refuse to act for him； a kind of grown…up child！
This grown…up childishness； to which he felt so superior； exercised a peculiar and almost mesmeric effect on Soames； for he had never felt anything like it in himself。
〃Well；〃 he stammered at last； 〃it'sit's； certainly original。〃
He had such a private distrust and even dislike of the word=original' that he felt he had not really given himself away by this remark。
Bosinney seemed pleased。 It was the sort of thing that would please a fellow like that！ And his success encouraged