The next time he had seen Soames he had taken the opportunity of saying to him: “The chairman’s getting very old!⁠—I can’t get him to understand things; and he’s so wilful⁠—but what can you expect, with a chin like his?”

Soames had nodded.

Everyone knew that Uncle Jolyon’s chin was a caution. He was looking worried today, in spite of his General Meeting look; he (Soames) should certainly speak to him about Bosinney.