Nicholas's face also wore a pleasant look.
"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 young Bosinney will never do any good for himself.

They say at Burkitt's he's one of these artistic chaps--got an idea of improving 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 minute later, the two brothers parted and entered their respective compartments.

Each felt aggrieved that the other had not modified 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.