When young Val left the presence of the last generation he was thinking: 'This is jolly dull! Uncle Soames does take the bun.

I wonder what this filly's like ?' He anticipated no pleasure from her society; and suddenly he saw her standing there looking at him.

Why, she was pretty! What luck! "I'm afraid you don't know me," he said.

"My name's Val Dartie--I'm once removed, second cousin, something like that, you know.

My mother's name was Forsyte." Holly, whose slim brown hand remained in his because she was too shy to withdraw it, said: "I don't know any of my relations.