"Didn't you hear, Father? Isn't it queer--our name's the same. Are we
cousins?"

"What's that?" he said. "Forsyte? Distant, perhaps."

"My name's Jolyon, sir. Jon, for short."

"Oh! Ah!" said Soames. "Yes. Distant. How are you? Very good of you.
Good-bye!"

He moved on.

"Thanks awfully," Fleur was saying. "Au revoir!"

"Au revoir!" he heard the boy reply.




II.--FINE FLEUR FORSYTE

Emerging from the "pastry-cook's," Soames' first impulse was to vent
his nerves by saying to his daughter: 'Dropping your hand-kerchief!' to
which her reply might well be: 'I picked that up from you!' His second
impulse therefore was to let sleeping dogs lie. But she would surely
question him. He gave her a sidelong look, and found she was giving him
the same. She said softly:

"Why don't you like those cousins, Father?" Soames lifted the corner of
his lip.