s many fish to fry with him as
he with her. It became at once a question which would fry them first.
Jolyon had reached the words: "My dear, I want you to come with me,"
when, glancing at her face, he perceived by her blue eyes moving from
side to side--like the tail of a preoccupied cat--that she was not
attending. "Dad, is it true that I absolutely can't get at any of my
money?"
"Only the income, fortunately, my love."
"How perfectly beastly! Can't it be done somehow? There must be a way. I
know I could buy a small Gallery for ten thousand pounds."
"A small Gallery," murmured Jolyon, "seems a modest desire. But your
grandfather foresaw it."
"I think," cried June vigorously, "that all this care about money is
awful, when there's so much genius in the world simply crushed out for
want of a little. I shall never marry and have children; why shouldn't
I be able to do some good instead of having it all tied up in case of
things which will never come off?"
"Our name is Forsyte, my dear," replied Jolyon in the ironical voice
to which his impetuous daughter had never quite grown accustomed; "and
Forsytes, you know, are people who so settle their property that their
grandchildren, in case they should die before their parents, have to
make wills leaving the property that will only come to themselves
when their parents die. Do you follow that? Nor do I, but it's a fact,
anyway; we live by the principle that so long as there is a possibility
of keeping wealth in the family it must not go out; if you die
unmarried, your money goes to Jolly and Holly and their children if they
marry. Isn't it pleasant to know that whatever you do you can none of
you be destitute?"
"But can't I borrow the money?"
Jolyon shook his head. "You could rent a Gallery, no doubt, if you could
manage it out of your income."
June uttered a contemptuous sound.
"Yes; and have no income left to help anybody with."
"My dear child," murmured Jolyon, "wouldn't it come to the same thing?"
"No," said June shrewdly, "I could buy for ten thousand; that would only
be four hundred a year. But I should have to pay a thousand a year rent,
and that would only leave me five hundred. If I had the Gallery, Dad,
think what I could do. I could make Eric Cobbley's name in no time, and
ever so many others."
"Names worth making make themselves in time."
"When they're dead."
"Did you ever know anybody living, my dear, improved by having his name
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