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omplete； twenty…one in all； not a male member of the family being absent but Timothy and young Jolyon。
Entering the scarlet and green drawing…room； whose apparel made so vivid a setting for their unaccustomed costumes； each tried nervously to find a seat； desirous of hiding the emphatic blackness of his trousers。 There seemed a sort of indecency in that blackness and in the colour of their glovesa sort of exaggeration of the feelings； and many cast shocked looks of secret envy at 'the Buccaneer；' who had no gloves； and was wearing grey trousers。 A subdued hum of conversation rose； no one speaking of the departed； but each asking after the other； as though thereby casting an indirect libation to this event； which they had come to honour。
And presently James said：
〃Well； I think we ought to be starting。〃
They went downstairs； and； two and two； as they had been told off in strict precedence； mounted the carriages。
The hearse started at a foot's pace； the carriages moved slowly after。 In the first went old Jolyon with Nicholas； in the second； the twins； Swithin and James； in the third； Roger and young Roger； Soames； young Nicholas； George； and Bosinney followed in the fourth。 Each of the other carriages； eight in all； held three or four of the family； behind them came the doctor's brougham； then； at a decent interval； cabs containing family clerks and servants； and at the very end； one containing nobody at all； but bringing the total cortege up to the number of thirteen。
So long as the procession kept to the highway of the Bayswater Road； it retained the foot's…pace； but； turning into less important thorough…fares； it soon broke into a trot； and so proceeded； with intervals of walking in the more fashionable streets； until it arrived。 In the first carriage old Jolyon and Nicholas were talking of their wills。 In the second the twins； after a single attempt； had lapsed into complete silence； both were rather deaf； and the exertion of making themselves heard was too great。 Only once James broke this silence：
〃I shall have to be looking about for some ground somewhere。 What arrangements have you made； Swithin？〃
And Swithin； fixing him with a dreadful stare； answered：
〃Don't talk to me about such things！〃
In the third carriage a disjointed conversation was carried on in the intervals of looking out to see how far they had got； George remarking； 〃Well； it was really time that the poor old lady went。〃 He didn't believe in people living beyond seventy； Young Nicholas replied mildly that the rule didn't seem to apply to the Forsytes。 George said he himself intended to commit suicide at sixty。 Young Nicholas； smiling and stroking A long chin； didn't think his father would like that theory； he had made a lot of money since he was sixty。 Well； seventy was the outside limit； it was then time； George said； for them to go and leave their money to their children。 Soames； hitherto silent； here joined in； he had not forgotten the remark about the 'undertaking；' and； lifting his eyelids almost imperceptibly； said it was all very well for people who never made money to talk。 He himself intended to live as long as he could。 This was a hit at George； who was notoriously hard up。 Bosinney muttered abstractedly 〃Hear； hear！〃 and； George yawning； the conversation dropped。
Upon arriving； the coffin was borne into the chapel； and； two by two； the mourners filed in behind it。 This guard of men； all attached to the dead by the bond of kinship； was an impressive and singular sight in the great city of London； with its overwhelming diversity of life； its innumerable vocations； pleasures； duties； its terrible hardness； its terrible call to individualism。
The family had gathered to triumph over all this； to give a show of tenacious unity； to illustrate gloriously that law of property underlying the growth of their tree； by which it had thriven and spread； trunk and branches； the sap flowing through all； the full growth reached at the appointed time。 The spirit of the old woman lying in her last sleep had called them to this demonstration。 It was her final appeal to that unity which had been their strengthit was her final triumph that she had died while the tree was yet whole。
She was spared the watching of the branches jut out beyond the point of balance。 She could not look into the hearts of her followers。 The same law that had worked in her； bringing her up from a tall； straight…backed slip of a girl to； a woman strong and grown； from a woman grown to a woman old； angular； feeble； almost witchlike； with individuality all sharpened and sharpened； as all rounding from the world's contact fell off from herthat same law would work； was： working； in the family she had watched like a mother。
She had seen it young； and growing； she had； seen it strong and grown； and before her old eyes had time or strength to see any more； she died。 She would have tried； and who knows but she might have kept it young and strong； with her old fingers； her trembling kissesa little longer； alas！ not even Aunt Ann could fight with Nature。
'Pride comes before a fall！' In accordance with this； the greatest of Nature's ironies； the Forsyte family had gathered for a last proud pageant before they fell。 Their faces to right and left； in single lines； were turned for the most part impassively toward the ground； guardians of their thoughts； but here and there； one looking upward； with a line between his brows； searched to see some sight on the chapel walls too much for； him； to be listening to something that appalled。 And the； responses； low…muttered； in voices through which rose the same tone； the same unseizable family ring； sounded weird； as though murmured in hurried duplication by a single person。
The service in the chapel over； the mourners filed up again to guard the body to the tomb。 The vault stood open； and； round it； men in black were waiting。
》From that high and sacred field； where thousands of the upper middle class lay in their last sleep； the eyes of the Forsytes travelled down across the flocks of graves。 Therespreading to the distance； lay London； with no sun over it； mourning the loss of its daughter； mourning with this family； so dear； the loss of her who was mother and guardian。 A hundred thousand spires and houses； blurred in the great grey web of property； lay there like prostrate worshippers before the grave of this； the oldest Forsyte of them all。
A few words； a sprinkle of earth； the thrusting of the coffin home； and Aunt Ann had passed to her last rest。
Round the vault； trustees of that passing； the five brothers stood； with white heads bowed； they would see that Ann was comfortable where she was。 going。 Her little property must stay behind； but otherwise； all that could be should be done。。。。
Then； severally； each stood aside； and putting on his hat； turned back to inspect the new inscription on the marble of the family vault：
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF ANN FORSYTE； THE DAUGHTER OF THE ABOVE JOLYON AND ANN FORSYTE； WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE THE 27TH DAY OF SEPTEMBER； 1886； AGED EIGHTY…SEVEN YEARS AND FOUR DAYS
Soon perhaps； someone else would be wanting an inscription。 It was strang