'If she were plain I shouldn't be thinking twice about it.

Beauty is the devil, when you're sensitive to it!' And into the Club reading-room he went with a disturbed heart.

In that very room he and Bosinney had talked one summer afternoon; he well remembered even now the disguised and secret lecture he had given that young man in the interests of June, the diagnosis of the Forsytes he had hazarded; and how he had wondered what sort of woman it was he was warning him against.

And now! He was almost in want of a warning himself.

'It's deuced funny!' he thought, 'really deuced funny!'.