On hearing from the hall porter at the Iseeum that Mr.Dartie had not been in to-day, he looked at the trusty fellow and decided only to ask if Mr.George Forsyte was in the Club.

He was.

Soames, who always looked askance at his cousin George, as one inclined to jest at his expense, followed the pageboy, slightly reassured by the thought that George had just lost his father.

He must have come in for about thirty thousand, besides what he had under that settlement of Roger's, which had avoided death duty.

He found George in a bow-window, staring out across a half-eaten plate of muffins.