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"I congratulate you!"
"Thanks--I don't know that it's much of a subject for congratulation."
"No?" queried young Jolyon; "I should have thought you'd be glad to get
a long job like that off your hands; but I suppose you feel it much as I
do when I part with a picture--a sort of child?"
He looked kindly at Bosinney.
"Yes," said the latter more cordially, "it goes out from you and there's
an end of it. I didn't know you painted."
"Only water-colours; I can't say I believe in my work."
"Don't believe in it? There--how can you do it? Work's no use unless you
believe in it!"
"Good," said young Jolyon; "it's exactly what I've always said.
By-the-bye, have you noticed that whenever one says 'Good,' one always
adds 'it's exactly what I've always said'! But if you ask me how I do
it, I answer, because I'm a Forsyte."
"A Forsyte! I never thought of you as one!"
"A Forsyte," replied young Jolyon, "is not an uncommon animal. There
are hundreds among the members of this Club. Hundreds out there in the
streets; you meet them wherever you go!"
"And how do you tell them, may I ask?" said Bosinney.
"By their sense of property. A Forsyte takes a practical--one might say
a commonsense--view of things, and a practical view of things is based
fundamentally on a sense of property.
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