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‘How much?’ Well! enough at all events to save her getting old before her time, to keep the lines out of her face as long as possible, and grey from soiling that bright hair.  He might live another five years.  She would be well over thirty by then.  ‘How much?’ She had none of his blood in her!  In loyalty to the tenor of his life for forty years and more, ever since he married and founded that mysterious thing, a family, came this warning thought—­None of his blood, no right to anything!  It was a luxury then, this notion.  An extravagance, a petting of an old man’s whim, one of those things done in dotage.  His real future was vested in those who had his blood, in whom he would live on when he was gone.  He turned away from the bronzes and stood looking at the old leather chair in which he had sat and smoked so many hundreds of cigars.  And suddenly he seemed to see her sitting there in her grey dress, fragrant, soft, dark-eyed, graceful, looking up at him.  Why!  She cared nothing for him, really; all she cared for was that lost lover of hers.  But she was there, whether she would or no, giving him pleasure with her beauty and grace.  One had no right to inflict an old man’s company, no right to ask her down to play to him and let him look at her—­for no reward!  Pleasure must be paid for in this world.  ‘How much?’ After all, there was plenty; his son and his three grandchildren would never miss that little lump.  He had made it himself, nearly every penny; he could leave it where he liked, allow himself this little pleasure.  He went back to the bureau.  ‘Well, I’m going to,’ he thought, ’let them think what they like.  I’m going to!’ And he sat down.

‘How much?’ Ten thousand, twenty thousand—­how much?  If only with his money he could buy one year, one month of youth.  And startled by that thought, he wrote quickly: 

Dear Herring,—­Draw me a codicil to this effect:  “I leave to my niece Irene Forsyte, born Irene Heron, by which name she now goes, fifteen thousand pounds free of legacy duty.”  ’Yours faithfully, ’Jolyon Forsyte.’

When he had sealed and stamped the envelope, he went back to the window and drew in a long breath.  It was dark, but many stars shone now.


He woke at half-past two, an hour which long experience had taught him brings panic intensity to all awkward thoughts.  Experience had also taught him that a further waking at the proper hour of eight showed the folly of such panic.  On this particular morning the thought which gathered rapid momentum was that if he became ill, at his age not improbable, he would not see her.  From this it was but a step to realisation that he would be cut off, too, when his son and June returned from Spain.  How could he justify desire for the company of one who had stolen—­early morning does not mince words—­June’s lover?  That lover

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