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Chapter 2 FINE FLEUR FORSYTE

Word Count: 2224    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

kerchief!" to which her reply might well be: "I picked that up from you!" His second impulse therefore was to let sleeping dog

like those co

d the corner

e you thi

se v

lf!' What a way

sympathy with her language; a theatrical affair and connec

" he

you didn't make a sign. I

in my life," replied So

ve seen the o

dal had been carefully kept from her at home, and Winifred warned many times that he wouldn't have a whisper of it reach her for the world. So far as she ough

and his brother had a quarrel. The

roman

t. The word was to him extravagant and dange

g. In this age, when young people prided themselves on going their own ways and paying no attention to any sort of decent preju

quarrel?" he h

y for you. Your grandfather died th

ny Forsytes besides t

ey're all dispersed now. The old

asped he

Isn't that

olid and tenacious. "You go and see the old boy. He might want to prophesy." Ah! If Timothy could see the disquiet England of his greatnephews and greatniec

Robin Hill

ich all that tragedy had centred

ttered; "not far f

house

t ho

y quarrel

you? We're going home to-morrow-you'd

feud? It's like the Bible, or Mark Twain-awfully

r you

f I'm to k

ou were to

darl

had nothing to

k, you know; so t

nnette sometimes called her. Nothing

here," he said, stopping before a sh

and they had resumed the

ther is the most beautiful wom

Uncanny, the wa

ow that I n

the corner

-and a great deal m

must be your first cousin, if

mes, with sudden vehemence. "I h

t wa

aint

quite

eople out of your head," sprang to Soames's lips, but h

nsulted me

yes rested

t, and it rankles. Poor Fat

vering above his face. Such pertinacity in Fleur was ne

enough about these people

ll sit

f that old wound, scarred over by Time and new interests, was mingled with displeasure and anxiety, and a slight pain in his chest where that nougat stuff had disagreed. Had Annette come in? Not that she was any good to him in such a difficulty. Whenever she had questioned him about his first marriage, he had always shut her up; s

ho

said

al about the relations between them! Soames, who had no more real affection for her than she had for him, suffered from a kind of English grievance, in that she had never dropped even the thinnest veil of sentiment over their partnership. Like most of his countrymen and women, he held the view that marriage should be based on mutual love, but that when from a marriage love had disappeared, or been found never to have really existed-so that it was manifestly not based on love-you must not admi

got at 'The She

ps delicately with salve-he alw

r-r-digans"-she took up a tiny st

gian chap

eck lazily, touched

ses Win

to amuse Fleur;

he first time you see that, my friend?

t that affected ro

ress she had tak

e you bee

her glass. Her just-brightened lips

myself,"

ames glumly. "Rib

e running in and out of shops that women wen

ask if I

are whether

he has; and I have mi

What does that chap P

he eyebrows she

yach

ames; "he's a

her face had a sort of quiet enjo

ch of the tar-b

stretche

; "what is that? His

ed Soames. "Does he know

everything-a m

istract her. She's going off on Saturday t

y n

plained without going into famil

ut. There's to

Mrs. Val; she is ver

This thing's new." And Soames

eceived i

hook me?"

her face, faintly amused, faintly contemptuous, as much as to say: 'Thanks! You will nev

the door, with the wish to get away

er-puff, and said wit

es gro

the word-he was NOT coarse! If he was coarse, what was that chap in the room beyond his, who made those horrible noises in the morning when he cleared his throat, or those people in the Lounge who thou

ul young creatures-squealing and squawking and showing their legs! The worst of them bad dreams, the best of them powdered angels! Fleur was NOT a flapper, NOT one of those slangy, ill-bred young females. And yet she was frighteningly self-willed, and full of life, and determined to enjoy it. Enjoy! The word brought no puritan terror to Soames; but it brought the terror suited to his temperament. He had always been afraid to enjoy to-day for fear h

began to write as if she had not time to breathe before she got her letter written. And suddenly she saw him. The air of de

was "fin

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