'He'll never give me a sign of what he's thinking, or going to do.

Like wax!' And he transferred his gaze to a plan of that flourishing town, 'By-Street on Sea,' the future existence of which lay exposed on the wall to the possessive instincts of the firm's clients.

The whimsical thought flashed through him: 'I wonder if I shall get a bill of costs for this--"To attending Mr.Jolyon Forsyte in the matter of my divorce, to receiving his account of his visit to my wife, and to advising him to go and see her again, sixteen and eightpence."' Suddenly Soames said: "I can't go on like this.

I tell you, I can't go on like this." His eyes were shifting from side to side, like an animal's when it looks for way of escape.

'He really suffers,' thought Jolyon; 'I've no business to forget that, just because I don't like him.' "Surely," he said gently, "it lies with yourself.