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He discovered therefore one morning that an idea had come to him for making a series of watercolour drawings of London。 How the idea had arisen he could not tell； and it was not till the following year； when he had completed and sold them at a very fair price； that in one of his impersonal moods； he found himself able to recollect the Art critic； and to discover in his own achievement another proof that he was a Forsyte。
He decided to commence with the Botanical Gardens； where he had already made so many studies； and chose the little artificial pond； sprinkled now with an autumn shower of red and yellow leaves； for though the gardeners longed to sweep them off； they could not reach them with their brooms。 The rest of the gardens they swept bare enough； removing every morning Nature's rain of leaves； piling them in heaps； whence from slow fires rose the sweet； acrid smoke that； like the cuckoo's note for spring； the scent of lime trees for the summer； is the true emblem of the fall。 The gardeners' tidy souls could not abide the gold and green and russet pattern on the grass。 The gravel paths must lie unstained； ordered； methodical； without knowledge of the realities of life； nor of that slow and beautiful decay which flings crowns underfoot to star the earth with fallen glories； whence； as the cycle rolls； will leap again wild spring。
Thus each leaf that fell was marked from the moment when it fluttered a good…bye and dropped； slow turning； from its twig。
But on that little pond the leaves floated in peace； and praised Heaven with their hues； the sunlight haunting over them。
And so young Jolyon found them。
Coming there one morning in the middle of October； he was disconcerted to find a bench about twenty paces from his stand occupied； for he had a proper horror of anyone seeing him at work。
A lady in a velvet jacket was sitting there； with her eyes fixed on the ground。 A flowering laurel； however； stood between； and； taking shelter behind this； young Jolyon prepared his easel。
His preparations were leisurely； he caught； as every true artist should； at anything that might delay for a moment the effort of his work； and he found himself looking furtively at this unknown dame。
Like his father before him； he had an eye for a face。 This face was charming！
He saw a rounded chin nestling in a cream ruffle； a delicate face with large dark eyes and soft lips。 A black 'picture' hat concealed the hair； her figure was lightly poised against the back of the bench； her knees were crossed； the tip of a patent…leather shoe emerged beneath her skirt。 There was something； indeed； inexpressibly dainty about the person of this lady； but young Jolyon's attention was chiefly riveted by the look on her face； which reminded him of his wife。 It was as though its owner had come into contact with forces too strong for her。 It troubled him； arousing vague feelings of attraction and chivalry。 Who was she？ And what doing there； alone？
Two young gentlemen of that peculiar breed； at once forward and shy； found in the Regent's Park； came by on their way to lawn tennis； and he noted with disapproval their furtive stares of admiration。 A loitering gardener halted to do something unnecessary to a clump of pampas grass； he； too； wanted an excuse for peeping。 A gentleman； old； and； by his hat； a professor of horticulture； passed three times to scrutinize her long and stealthily； a queer expression about his lips。
With all these men young Jolyon felt the same vague irritation。 She looked at none of them； yet was he certain that every man who passed would look at her like that。
Her face was not the face of a sorceress； who in every look holds out to men the offer of pleasure； it had none of the 'devil's beauty' so highly prized among the first Forsytes of the land； neither was it of that type； no less adorable； associated with the box of chocolate； it was not of the spiritually passionate； or passionately spiritual order； peculiar to house…decoration and modern poetry； nor did it seem to promise to the playwright material for the production of the interesting and neurasthenic figure； who commits suicide in the last act。
In shape and colouring； in its soft persuasive passivity； its sensuous purity； this woman's face reminded him of Titian's 'Heavenly Love；' a reproduction of which hung over the sideboard in his dining…room。 And her attraction seemed to be in this soft passivity； in the feeling she gave that to pressure she must yield。
For what or whom was she waiting； in the silence； with the trees dropping here and there a leaf； and the thrushes strutting close on grass； touched with the sparkle of the autumn rime？ Then her charming face grew eager； and； glancing round； with almost a lover's jealousy； young Jolyon saw Bosinney striding across the grass。
Curiously he watched the meeting； the look in their eyes； the long clasp of their hands。 They sat down close together； linked for all their outward discretion。 He heard the rapid murmur of their talk； but what they said he could not catch。
He had rowed in the galley himself！ He knew the long hours of waiting and the lean minutes of a half…public meeting； the tortures of suspense that haunt the unhallowed lover。
It required； however； but a glance at their two faces to see that this was none of those affairs of a season that distract men and women about town； none of those sudden appetites that wake up ravening； and are surfeited and asleep again in six weeks。 This was the real thing！ This was what had happened to himself！ Out of this anything might come！
Bosinney was pleading； and she so quiet； so soft； yet immovable in her passivity； sat looking over the grass。
Was he the man to carry her off； that tender； passive being； who would never stir a step for herself？ Who had given him all herself； and would die for him； but perhaps would never run away with him！
It seemed to young Jolyon that he could hear her saying： 〃But； darling； it would ruin you！〃 For he himself had experienced to the full the gnawing fear at the bottom of each woman's heart that she is a drag on the man she loves。
And he peeped at them no more； but their soft； rapid talk came to his ears； with the stuttering song of some bird who seemed trying to remember the notes of spring： Joytragedy？ Whichwhich？
And gradually their talk ceased； long silence followed。
'And where does Soames come in？' young Jolyon thought。 'People think she is concerned about the sin of deceiving her husband！ Little they know of women！ She's eating； after starvation taking her revenge！ And Heaven help herfor he'll take his。'
He heard the swish of silk； and； spying round the laurel； saw them walking away； their hands stealthily joined。。。。
At the end of July old Jolyon had taken his grand…daughter to the mountains； and on that visit （the last they ever paid） June recovered to a great extent her health and spirits。 In the hotels； filled with British Forsytesfor old Jolyon could not bear a 'set of Germans；' as he called all foreignersshe was looked upon with respectthe only grand…daughter of that fine… looking； and evidently wealthy； old Mr。 Forsyte。 She did not mix freely with peopleto