y, your aunt, looking forward to?"

Soames bit his lip. "God knows!" he said; "she's always saying
something;" but he knew better than God.

CHAPTER XI

SUSPENDED ANIMATION

The war dragged on. Nicholas had been heard to say that it would cost
three hundred millions if it cost a penny before they'd done with it!
The income-tax was seriously threatened. Still, there would be South
Africa for their money, once for all. And though the possessive instinct
felt badly shaken at three o'clock in the morning, it recovered by
breakfast-time with the recollection that one gets nothing in this world
without paying for it. So, on the whole, people went about their
business much as if there were no war, no concentration camps, no
slippery de Wet, no feeling on the Continent, no anything unpleasant.
Indeed, the attitude of the nation was typified by Timothy's map, whose
animation was suspended--for Timothy no longer moved the flags, and they
could not move themselves, not even backwards and forwards as they should
have done.

Suspended animation went further; it invaded Forsyte 'Change, and
produced a general uncertainty as to what was going to happen next. The
announcement in the marriage column of The Times, 'Jolyon Forsyte to
Irene, only daughter of the late Professor Heron,' had occasioned doubt
whether Irene had been justly described. And yet, on the whole, relief
was felt that she had not been entered as 'Irene, late the wife,' or 'the
divorced wife,' 'of Soames Forsyte.' Altogether, there had been a kind
of sublimity from the first about the way the family had taken that
'affair.' As James had phrased it, 'There it was!' No use to fuss!
Nothing to be had out of admitting that it had been a 'nasty jar'--in the
phraseology of the day.

But what would happen now that both Soames and Jolyon were married again?
That was very intriguing. George was known to have laid Eustace six to
four on a little Jolyon before a little Soames. George was so droll! It
was rumoured, too, that he and Dartie had a bet as to whether James would
attain the age of ninety, though which of them had backed James no one
knew.

Early in May, Winifred came round to say that Val had been wounded in the
leg by a spent bullet, and was to be discharged. His wife was nursing
him. He would have a little limp--nothing to speak of. He wanted his
grandfather to buy him a farm out there where he could breed horses. Her
father was giving Holl