“Ah!” exclaimed Roger, “Soames will have trouble with her; you mark my words, he’ll have trouble — she’s got a foreignlook.”

Nicholas licked his lips.

“She’s a pretty woman,” and he waved aside a crossing-sweeper.

“How did he get hold of her?” asked Roger presently. “She must cost him a pretty penny in dress!”

“Ann tells me,” replied Nicholas, “he was half-cracked about her. She refused him five times. James, he’s nervous aboutit, I can see.”

“Ah!” said Roger again; “I’m sorry for James; he had trouble with Dartie.” His pleasant colour was heightened byexercise, he swung his umbrella to the level of his eye more frequently than ever. Nicholas’s face also wore a pleasantlook.

“Too pale for me,” he said, “but her figures capital!”

Roger made no reply.

“I call her distinguished-looking,” he said at last — it was the highest praise in the Forsyte vocabulary. “That youngBosinney will never do any good for himself. They say at Burkitt’s he’s one of these artistic chaps — got an idea ofimproving English architecture; there’s no money in that! I should like to hear what Timothy would say to it.”

They entered the station.

“What class are you going? I go second.”

“No second for me,” said Nicholas;—“you never know what you may catch.”

He took a first-class ticket to Notting Hill Gate; Roger a second to South Kensington. The train coming in a minutelater, the two brothers parted and entered their respective compartments. Each felt aggrieved that the other had notmodified his habits to secure his society a little longer; but as Roger voiced it in his thoughts:

‘Always a stubborn beggar, Nick!’

And as Nicholas expressed it to himself:

‘Cantankerous chap Roger — always was!’

There was little sentimentality about the Forsytes. In that great London, which they had conquered and become merged in,what time had they to be sentimental?