e of property--had taken his Will away from Mr. James--dear, yes!
Those were the days when they were buyin' property right and left, and
none of this khaki and fallin' over one another to get out of things;
and cucumbers at twopence; and a melon--the old melons, that made your
mouth water! Fifty years since he went into Mr. James' office, and Mr.
James had said to him: "Now, Gradman, you're only a shaver--you pay
attention, and you'll make your five hundred a year before you've
done." And he had, and feared God, and served the Forsytes, and kept a
vegetable diet at night. And, buying a copy of John Bull--not that he
approved of it, an extravagant affair--he entered the Tube elevator with
his mere brown-paper parcel, and was borne down into the bowels of the
earth.

VI.--SOAMES' PRIVATE LIFE

On his way to Green Street it occurred to Soames that he ought to go
into Dumetrius' in Suffolk Street about the possibility of the Bolderby
Old Crome. Almost worth while to have fought the war to have the
Bolderby Old Crome, as it were, in flux! Old Bolderby had died, his son
and grandson had been killed--a cousin was coming into the estate, who
meant to sell it, some said because of the condition of England, others
said because he had asthma.

If Dumetrius once got hold of it the price would become prohibitive;
it was necessary for Soames to find out whether Dumetrius had got it,
before he tried to get it himself. He therefore confined himself to
discussing with Dumetrius whether Monticellis would come again now that
it was the fashion for a picture to be anything except a picture; and
the future of Johns, with a side-slip into Buxton Knights. It was only
when leaving that he added: "So they're not selling the Bolderby Old
Crome, after all?" In sheer pride of racial superiority, as he had
calculated would be the case, Dumetrius replied:

"Oh! I shall get it, Mr. Forsyte, sir!"

The flutter of his eyelid fortified Soames in a resolution to write
direct to the new Bolderby, suggesting that the only dignified way
of dealing with an Old Crome was to avoid dealers. He therefore said,
"Well, good-day!" and went, leaving Dumetrius the wiser.

At Green Street he found that Fleur was out and would be all the
evening; she was staying one more night in London. He cabbed on
dejectedly, and caught his train.

He reached his house about six o'clock. The air was heavy, midges
biting, thunder about. Taking his letters he went up to