She was not accustomed to be afraid of asking question's--all
organization was based on the asking of questions!
But the issue was so grave that her nerve, normally strong, was fairly
shaken; only that morning her husband had said: "Old Mr. Forsyte must be
worth well over a hundred thousand pounds!"
And this girl stood there, holding out her hand--holding out her hand!
The chance might be slipping away--she couldn't tell--the chance of
keeping her in the family, and yet she dared not speak.
Her eyes followed June to the door.
It closed.
Then with an exclamation Mrs. Baynes ran forward, wobbling her bulky
frame from side to side, and opened it again.
Too late! She heard the front door click, and stood still, an expression
of real anger and mortification on her face.
June went along the Square with her bird-like quickness. She detested
that woman now whom in happier days she had been accustomed to think
so kind. Was she always to be put off thus, and forced to undergo this
torturing suspense?
She would go to Phil himself, and ask him what he meant. She had the
right to know. She hurried on down Sloane Street till she came to
Bosinney's number. Passing the swing-door at the bottom, she ran up the
stairs, her heart thumping painfully.
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