man of property-第28节
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was balmy； not too much heat in the sun； the prospect a fine one； a remarka。。。。 His head fell a little to one side； he jerked it up and thought： Odd！ Heah！ They were waving to him from the bottom！ He put up his hand； and moved it more than once。 They were activethe prospect was remar。。。。 His head fell to the left； he jerked it up at once； it fell to the right。 It remained there； he was asleep。
And asleep； a sentinel on thetop of the rise； he appeared to rule over this prospectremarkablelike some image blocked out by the special artist； of primeval Forsytes in pagan days； to record the domination of mind over matter！
And all the unnumbered generations of his yeoman ancestors； wont of a Sunday to stand akimbo surveying their little plots of land； their grey unmoving eyes hiding their instinct with its hidden roots of violence； their instinct for possession to the exclusion of all the worldall these unnumbered generations seemed to sit there with him on the top of the rise。
But from him； thus slumbering； his jealous Forsyte spirit travelled far； into God…knows…what jungle of fancies； with those two young people； to see what they were doing down there in the copsein the copse where the spring was running riot with the scent of sap and bursting buds； the song of birds innumerable； a carpet of bluebells and sweet growing things； and the sun caught like gold in the tops of the trees； to see what they were doing； walking along there so close together on the path that was too narrow； walking along there so close that they were always touching； to watch Irene's eyes； like dark thieves； stealing the heart out of the spring。 And a great unseen chaperon； his spirit was there； stopping with them to look at the little furry corpse of a mole； not dead an hour； with his mushroomand silver coat untouched by the rain or dew； watching over Irene's bent head； and the soft look of her pitying eyes； and over that young man's head； gazing at her so hard； so strangely。 Walking on with them； too； across the open space where a wood…cutter had been at work； where the bluebells were trampled down； and a trunk had swayed and staggered down from its gashed stump。 Climbing it with them； over； and on to the very edge of the copse； whence there stretched an undiscovered country； from far away in which came the sounds； 'Cuckoo…cuckoo！'
Silent； standing with them there； and uneasy at their silence！ Very queer； very strange！
Then back again； as though guilty； through the woodback to the cutting； still silent； amongst the songs of birds that never ceased； and the wild scenthum！ what was itlike that herb they put inback to the log across the path。。。。
And then unseen； uneasy； flapping above them； trying to make noises； his Forsyte spirit watched her balanced on the log； her pretty figure swaying； smiling down at that young man gazing up with such strange； shining eyes； slipping nowaah！ falling； ooh！ slidingdown his breast； her soft； warm body clutched； her head bent back from his lips； his kiss； her recoil； his cry： 〃You must knowI love you！〃 Must knowindeed； a pretty。。。？ Love！ Hah！
Swithin awoke； virtue had gone out of him。 He had a taste in his mouth。 Where was he？
Damme！ He had been asleep！
He had dreamed something about a new soup； with a taste of mint in it。
Those young peoplewhere had they got to？ His left leg had pins and needles。
〃Adolf！〃 The rascal was not there； the rascal was asleep somewhere。
He stood up； tall； square； bulky in his fur； looking anxiously down over the fields； and presently he saw them coming。
Irene was in front； that young fellowwhat had they nicknamed him'The Buccaneer？' looked precious hangdog there behind her； had got a flea in his ear； he shouldn't wonder。 Serve him right； taking her down all that way to look at the house！ The proper place to look at a house from was the lawn。
They saw him。 He extended his arm； and moved it spasmodically to encourage them。 But they had stopped。 What were they standing there for； talkingtalking？ They came on again。 She had been； giving him a rub； he had not the least doubt of it； and no wonder； over a house like thata great ugly thing； not the sort of house be was accustomed to。
He looked intently at their faces； with his pale； immovable stare。 That young man looked very queer！
〃You'll never make anything of this！〃 he said tartly； pointing at the mansion；〃too newfangled！〃
Bosinney gazed at him as though he had not heard； and Swithin afterwards described him to； Aunt Hester as 〃an extravagant sort of fellow very odd way of looking at youa bumpy beggar！〃
What gave rise to this sudden piece of psychology he did not state； possibly Bosinney's； prominent forehead and cheekbones and chin； or something hungry in his face； which quarrelled with Swithin's conception of the calm satiety that should characterize the perfect gentleman。
He brightened up at the mention of tea。 He had a contempt for teahis brother Jolyon had been in tea； made a lot of money by itbut he was so thirsty； and had such a taste in his mouth； that he was prepared to drink anything。 He longed to inform Irene of the taste in his mouthshe was so sympatheticbut it would not be a； distinguished thing to do； he rolled his tongue round； and faintly smacked it against his palate。
In a far corner of the tent Adolf was bending his cat…like moustaches over a kettle。 He left it at once to draw the cork of a pint…bottle of champagne。 Swithin smiled； and； nodding at Bosinney； said： 〃Why； you're quite a Monte Cristo！〃 This celebrated novelone of the half…dozen he had readhad produced an extraordinary impression on his mind。
Taking his glass from the table； he held it away from him to scrutinize the colour； thirsty as he was； it was not likely that he was going to drink trash！ Then； placing it to his lips； he took a sip。
〃A very nice wine；〃 he said at last； passing it before his nose； 〃not the equal of my Heidsieck！〃
It was at this moment that the idea came to him which he afterwards imparted at Timothy's in this nutshell： 〃I shouldn't wonder a bit if that architect chap were sweet upon Mrs。 Soames！〃
And from this moment his pale； round eyes never ceased to bulge with the interest of his discovery。
〃The fellow；〃 he said to Mrs。 Septimus； 〃follows her about with his eyes like a dogthe bumpy beggar！ I don't wonder at it she's a very charming woman； and； I should say； the pink of discretion！〃 A vague consciousness of； perfume caging about Irene； like that from a flower with half…closed petals and a passionate heart； moved him to the creation of this image。 〃But I wasn't sure of it；〃 he said； 〃till I saw him pick up her handkerchief。〃
Mrs。 Small's eyes boiled with excitement。
〃And did he give it her back？〃 she asked。
〃Give it back？〃 said Swithin： 〃I saw him slobber on it when he thought I wasn't looking！
Mrs。 Small gaspedtoo interested to speak。
〃But she gave him no encouragement；〃 went on Swithin； he stopped； and stared for a minute or two in the way that alarmed Aunt Hester sohe had suddenly recollected that； as they were starting back in the…phaeton； she had given Bosinney her hand a second time； and let it stay there too。。。。 He had touched his horses smartly with the whip； anxious to get her all to himself。 But she had looked back； and she had not answered his first question； neither had he been able to see her faceshe had kept it hanging down。
There is somewhere a picture； which Swithin has not seen； of a man sitting on a rock； and by him； immersed in the still； green water； a sea…nymph lying on her back； with her hand on her naked breast。 She has a half…smile on her facea smile of hopeless surrender and of secret joy。
Seated by Swithin's side； Irene may have been smiling like that。
When； warmed by champagne； he had her all to himself； he unbosomed himself of his wrongs； of his smothered resentment against the new chef at the club； his worry over the house in Wigmore Street； where the rascally tenant had gone bankrupt through helping his brother…in…law as if charity did not begin at home； of his deafness； too； and that pain he sometimes got in his right side。 She listened； her eyes swimming under their lids。 He thought she was thinking deeply of his troubles； and pitied himself terribly。 Yet in his fur coat； with frogs across the breast； his top hat aslant； driving this beautiful woman； he had never felt more distinguished。
A coster； however； taking his girl for a Sunday airing； seemed to have the same impression about himself。 This person had flogged his donkey into a gallop alongside； and sat； upright as a waxwork； in his shallopy chariot； his chin settled pompously on a red handkerchief； like Swithin's on his full cravat； while his girl； with the ends of a fly…blown boa floating out behind； aped a woman of fashion。 Her swain moved a stick with a ragged bit of string dangling from the end； reproducing with strange fidelity the circular flourish of Swithin's whip； and rolled his head at his lady with a leer that had a weird likeness to Swithin's primeval stare。
Though for a time unconscious of the lowly ruffian's presence； Swithin presently took it into his head that he was being guyed。 He laid his whip…lash across the mar
