按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Swithin reddened； a resemblance to a turkey…cock coming upon his old face。
〃Exercise！〃 he said。 〃I take plenty： I never use the lift at the Club。〃
〃I didn't know；〃 James hurried out。 〃I know nothing about anybody； nobody tells me anything。。。。〃
Swithin fixed him with a stare：
〃What do you do for a pain there？〃
James brightened。
〃I take a compound。。。。〃
〃How are you； uncle？〃
June stood before him； her resolute small face raised from her little height to his great height； and her hand outheld。
The brightness faded from James's visage。
〃How are you？〃 he said； brooding over her。 〃So you're going to Wales to…morrow to visit your young man's aunts？ You'll have a lot of rain there。 This isn't real old Worcester。〃 He tapped the bowl。 〃Now； that set I gave your mother when she married was the genuine thing。〃
June shook hands one by one with her three great…uncles； and turned to Aunt Ann。 A very sweet look had come into the old lady's face； she kissed the girl's check with trembling fervour。
〃Well； my dear；〃 she said； 〃and so you're going for； a whole month！〃
The girl passed on； and Aunt Ann looked after her slim little figure。 The old lady's round； steel grey eyes； over which a film like a bird's was beginning to come； followed her wistfully amongst the bustling crowd； for people were beginning to say good…bye； and her finger…tips； pressing and pressing against each other； were busy again with the recharging of her will against that inevitable ultimate departure of her own。
'Yes；' she thought； 'everybody's been most kind； quite a lot of people come to congratulate her。 She ought to be very happy。' Amongst the throng of people by the door； the well…dressed throng drawn from the families of lawyers and doctors； from the Stock Exchange； and all the innumerable avocations of the upper…middle classthere were only some twenty percent of Forsytes； but to Aunt Ann they seemed all Forsytesand certainly there was not much differenceshe saw only her own flesh and blood。 It was her world； this family； and she knew no other； had never perhaps known any other。 All their little secrets； illnesses； engagements； and marriages； how they were getting on； and whether they were making moneyall this was her property； her delight； her life； beyond this only a vague； shadowy mist offacts and persons of no real significance。 This it was that she would have to lay down when it came to her turn to die； this which gave to
her that importance； that secret self…importance； without which none of us can bear to live； and to this she clung wistfully； with a greed that grew each day！ If life were slipping away from her； this she would retain to the end。
She thought of June's father； young Jolyon； who had run away with that foreign girl。 And what a sad blow to his father and to them all。 Such a promising young fellow！ A sad blow； though there had been no public scandal； most fortunately； Jo's wife seeking for no divorce！ A long time ago！ And when June's mother died； six years ago； Jo had married that woman； and they had two children now； so she had heard。 Still； he had forfeited his right to be there； had cheated her of the complete fulfilment of her family pride； deprived her of the rightful pleasure of seeing and kissing him of whom she had been so proud； such a promising young fellow！ The thought rankled with the bitterness of a long…inflicted injury in her tenacious old heart。 A little water stood in her eyes。 With a handkerchief of the finest lawn she wiped them stealthily。
〃Well； Aunt Ann？〃 said a voice behind。
Soames Forsyte； flat…shouldered； clean…shaven； flat…cheeked； flat…waisted； yet with something round and secret about his whole appearance； looked downwards and aslant at Aunt Ann； as though trying to see through the side of his own nose。
〃And what do you think of the engagement？〃 he asked。
Aunt Ann's eyes rested on him proudly； of all the nephews since young Jolyon's departure from the family nest； he was now her favourite； for she recognised in him a sure trustee of the family soul that must so soon slip beyond her keeping。
〃Very nice for the young man；〃 she said； 〃and he's a good…looking young fellow； but I doubt if he's quite the right lover for dear June。〃
Soames touched the edge of a gold…lacquered lustre。
〃She'll tame him；〃 he said； stealthily wetting his finger and rubbing it on the knobby bulbs。 〃That's genuine old lacquer； you can't get it nowadays。 It'd do well in a sale at Jobson's。〃 He spoke with relish； as though he felt that he was cheering up his old aunt。 It was seldom he was so confidential。 〃I wouldn't mind having it myself；〃 he added； 〃you can always get your price for old lacquer。〃
〃You're so clever with all those things；〃 said Aunt Ann。 〃And how is dear Irene？〃
Soames's smile died。
〃Pretty well；〃 he said。 〃Complains she can't sleep； she sleeps a great deal better than I do；〃 and he looked at his wife； who was talking to Bosinney by the door。
Aunt Ann sighed。
〃Perhaps；〃 she said； 〃it will be just as well for her not to see so much of June。 She's such a decided character； dear June！〃
Soames flushed； his flushes passed rapidly over his flat cheeks and centered between his eyes； where they remained； the stamp of disturbing thoughts。
〃I don't know what she sees in that little flibbertigibbet；〃 he burst out； but noticing that they were no longer alone； he turned and again began examining the lustre。
〃They tell me Jolyon's bought another house；〃 said his father's voice close by； 〃he must have a lot of moneyhe must have more money than he knows what to do with！ Montpellier Square； they say； close to Soames！ They never told me； Irene never tells me anything！〃
〃Capital position； not two minutes from me；〃 said the voice of Swithin； 〃and from my rooms I can drive to the Club in eight。〃
The position of their houses was of vital importance to the Forsytes； nor was this remarkable； since the whole spirit of their success was embodied therein。
Their father； of farming stock； had come from Dorsetshire near the beginning of the century。
'Superior Dosset Forsyte； as he was called by his intimates； had been a stonemason by trade； and risen to the position of a master…builder。
Towards the end of his life he moved to London； where； building on until he died； he was buried at Highgate。 He left over thirty thousand pounds between his ten children。 Old Jolyon alluded to him； if at all； as 'A hard； thick sort of man； not much refinement about him。' The second generation of Forsytes felt indeed that； he was not greatly to their credit。 The only aristocratic trait they could find in his character was a habit of drinking Madeira。
Aunt Hester； an authority on family history； described him thus： 〃I don't recollect that he ever did anything； at least； not in my time。 He was eran owner of houses； my dear。 His hair about your Uncle Swithin's colour； rather a square build。 Tall？ No not very tall〃 （he had been five feet； five； with a mottled face）； 〃a fresh…coloured man。 I remember he used to drink Madeira； but ask your Aunt Ann。 What was his father？ Heer had to do with the land down in Dorsetshire； by the sea。〃
James on