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The butler ca his master

apparently asleep, exercised extreme caution in his moveiven rise to grave doubts

in the minds of many members--of the family--, especially those who,

like Soames, had been to public schools, and were accustomed to niceness

in such matters Could he really be considered a butler? Playful

spirits alluded to hied wag, had named him: 'Sankey'

He reat polished sideboard and the great

polished table ini sleep The felloas a sneak--he had

always thought so--who cared about nothing but rattling through his

work, and getting out to his betting or his wo! Fat too! And didn't care a pin about his ainst his will, came one of those moments of philosophy which

made old Jolyon different from other Forsytes:

After all why should the man care? He wasn't paid to care, and why

expect it? In this world people couldn't look for affection unless they

paid for it It ht be different in the next--he didn't know--couldn't

tell! And again he shut his eyes