Of Bosinney himself Baynes would speak warmly, with a certain compassion: “He’s got a streak of his father’s Byronism. Why, look at the way he threw up his chances when he left my office; going off like that for six months with a knapsack, and all for what?⁠—to study foreign architecture⁠—foreign! What could he expect? And there he is⁠—a clever young fellow⁠—doesn’t make his hundred a year! Now this engagement is the best thing that could have happened⁠—keep him steady; he’s one of those that go to bed all day and stay up all night, simply because they’ve no method; but no vice about him⁠—not an ounce of vice. Old Forsyte’s a rich man!”

Mr. Baynes made himself extremely pleasant to June, who frequently visited his house in Lowndes Square at this period.