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t he dared not cross her the expression of her face at dinner haunted him。
With great ebony brushes he smoothed his hair till it shone like silver under the light； then he； too； came out on the gloomy staircase。
June met him below； and； without a word； they went to the carriage。
When； after that drive which seemed to last for ever； she entered Roger's drawing…room； she disguised under a mask of resolution a very torment of nervousness and emotion。 The feeling of shame at what might be called 'running after him' was smothered by the dread that he might not be there； that she might not see him after all； and by that dogged resolvesomehow； she did not know howto win him back。
The sight of the ballroom； with its gleaming floor； gave her a feeling of joy； of triumph； for she loved dancing； and when dancing she floated； so light was she； like a strenuous； eager little spirit。 He would surely ask her to dance； and if he danced with her it would all be as it was before。 She looked about her eagerly。
The sight of Bosinney coming with Irene from the conservatory； with that strange look of utter absorption on his face； struck her too suddenly。 They had not seenno one should seeher distress； not even her grandfather。
She put her hand on Jolyon's arm； and said very low：
〃I must go home； Gran； I feel ill。〃
He hurried her away； grumbling to himself that he had known how it would be。
To her he said nothing； only when they were once more in the carriage； which by some fortunate chance had lingered near the door； he asked her： 〃What is it； my darling？〃
Feeling her whole slender body shaken by sobs； he was terribly alarmed。 She must have Blank to…morrow。 He would insist upon it。 He could not have her like this。。。。 There； there！
June mastered her sobs； and squeezing his hand feverishly； she lay back in her corner； her face muffled in a shawl。
He could only see her eyes； fixed and staring in the dark； but he did not cease to stroke her hand with his thin fingers。
CHAPTER IX
EVENING AT RICHMOND
Other eyes besides the eyes of June and of Soames had seen 'those two' （as Euphemia had already begun to call them） coming from the conservatory； other eyes had noticed the look on Bosinney's face。
There are moments when Nature reveals the passion hidden beneath the careless calm of her ordinary moodsviolent spring flashing white on almond…blossom through the purple clouds； a snowy； moonlit peak； with its single star； soaring up to the passionate blue； or against the flames of sunset； an old yew…tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret。
There are moments； too； when in a picture…gallery； a work； noted by the casual spectator as '。。。。。。Titianremarkably fine；' breaks through the defences of some Forsyte better lunched perhaps than his fellows； and holds him spellbound in a kind of ecstasy。 There are things； he feelsthere are things here whichwell； which are things。 Something unreasoning； unreasonable； is upon him； when he tries to define it with the precision of a practical man； it eludes him； slips away； as the glow of the wine he has drunk is slipping away； leaving him cross； and conscious of his liver。 He feels that he has been extravagant； prodigal of something； virtue has gone out of him。 He did not desire this glimpse of what lay under the three stars of his catalogue。 God forbid that he should know anything about the forces of Nature！ God forbid that he should admit for a moment that there are such things！ Once admit that； and where was he？ One paid a shilling for entrance； and another for the programme。
The look which June had seen； which other Forsytes had seen； was like the sudden flashing of a candle through a hole in some imaginary canvas； behind which it was being movedthe sudden flaming…out of a vague； erratic glow； shadowy and enticing。 It brought home to onlookers the consciousness that dangerous forces were at work。 For a moment they noticed it with pleasure； with interest； then felt they must not notice it at all。
It supplied； however； the reason of June's coming so late and disappearing again without dancing； without even shaking hands with her lover。 She was ill； it was said； and no wonder。
But here they looked at each other guiltily。 They had no desire to spread scandal； no desire to be ill…natured。 Who would have？ And to outsiders no word was breathed； unwritten law keeping them silent。
Then came the news that June had gone to the seaside with old Jolyon。
He had carried her off to Broadstairs； for which place there was just then a feeling； Yarmouth having lost caste； in spite of Nicholas； and no Forsyte going to the sea without intending to have an air for his money such as would render him bilious in a week。 That fatally aristocratic tendency of the first Forsyte to drink Madeira had left his descendants undoubtedly accessible。
So June went to the sea。 The family awaited developments； there was nothing else to do。
But how farhow far had 'those two' gone？ How far were they going to go？ Could they really be going at all？ Nothing could surely come of it； for neither of them had any money。 At the most a flirtation； ending； as all such attachments should； at the proper time。
Soames' sister； Winifred Dartie； who had imbibed with the breezes of Mayfairshe lived in Green Streetmore fashionable principles in regard to matrimonial behaviour than were current； for instance； in Ladbroke Grove； laughed at the idea of there being anything in it。 The 'little thing'Irene was taller than herself； and it was real testimony to the solid worth of a Forsyte that she should always thus be a 'little thing'the little thing was bored。 Why shouldn't she amuse herself？ Soames was rather tiring； and as to Mr。 Bosinneyonly that buffoon George would have called him the Buccaneershe maintained that he was very chic。
This dictumthat Bosinney was chiccaused quit a sensation。 It failed to convince。 That he was 'good…looking in a way' they were prepared to admit； but that anyone could call a man with his pronounced cheekbones； curious eyes； arid soft felt hats chic was only another instance of Winifred's extravagant way of running after something new。
It was that famous summer when extravagance was fashionable； when the very earth was extravagant； chestnut…trees spread with blossom； and flowers drenched in perfume； as they had never been before； when roses blew in every garden； and for the swarming stars the nights had hardly space； when every day and all day long the sun； in full armour； swung his brazen shield above the Park； and people did strange things； lunching and dining in the open air。 Unprecedented was the tale of cabs and carriages that streamed across the bridges of the shining river； bearing the upper…middle class in thousands to the green glories of Bushey； Richmond； Kew； and Hampton Court。 Almost every family with any pretensions to be of the carriage…class paid one visit that year to the horse…chestnuts at Bushey； or took one drive amongst the Spanish chestnuts of Richmond Park。 Bowling smoothly； if dustily； along； in a cloud of their own creation； they would stare fashionably at the antlered heads which the great slow deer raised o