Of all the brothers and sisters James manifested the most emotion. Tears

rolled down the parallel furrows of his thin face; where he should go

now to tell his troubles he did not know; Juley was no good, Hester

worse than useless! He felt Ann's death more than he had ever thought he

should; this would upset him for weeks!

Presently Aunt Hester stole out, and Aunt Juley began moving about,

doing 'what was necessary,' so that twice she knocked against something.

Old Jolyon, roused from his reverie, that reverie of the long, long

past, looked sternly at her, and went away. James alone was left by the

bedside; glancing stealthily round, to see that he was not observed, he

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twisted his long body down, placed a kiss on the dead forehead, then he,

too, hastily left the room. Encountering Smither in the hall, he began

to ask her about the funeral, and, finding that she knew nothing,

complained bitterly that, if they didn't take care, everything would go

wrong. She had better send for Mr. Soames--he knew all about that sort

of thing; her master was very much upset, he supposed--he would want

looking after; as for her mistresses, they were no good--they had no

gumption! They would be ill too, he shouldn't wonder. She had better

send for the doctor; it was best to take things in time. He didn't think

his sister Ann had had the best opinion; if she'd had Blank she would

have been alive now. Smither might send to Park Lane any time she wanted

advice. Of course, his carriage was at their service for the funeral. He

supposed she hadn't such a thing as a glass of claret and a biscuit--he

had had no lunch!

The days before the funeral passed quietly. It had long been known, of

course, that Aunt Ann had left her little property to Timothy. There

was, therefore, no reason for the slightest agitation. Soames, who was

sole executor, took charge of all arrangements, and in due course sent

out the following invitation to every male member of the family:

To...........

Your presence is requested at the funeral of Miss Ann Forsyte, in

Highgate Cemetery, at noon of Oct. 1st. Carriages will meet at "The

Bower," Bayswater Road, at 10.45. No flowers by request. 'R.S.V.P.'

The morning came, cold, with a high, grey, London sky, and at half-past

ten the first carriage, that of James, drove up. It contained James and

his son-in-law Dartie, a fine man, with a square chest, buttoned very

tightly into a frock coat, and a sallow, fattish face adorned with dark,

well-curled moustaches, and that incorrigible commencement of whisker

which, eluding the strictest attempts at shaving, seems the mark of

something deeply ingrained in the personality of the shaver, being

especially noticeable in men who speculate.




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