man of property-第37节
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Among the younger generation the matter was wrapped in a discretion proper。 They did not want to hurt the feelings of their elders； nor to feel ridiculous themselves； they simply used the crest。。。。
〃No；〃 said Swithin； 〃he had had an opportunity of seeing for himself； and what he should say was； that there was nothing in her manner to that young Buccaneer or Bosinney or whatever his name was； different from her manner to himself； in fact； he should rather say。。。。〃 But here the entrance of Frances and Euphemia put an unfortunate stop to the conversation； for this was not a subject which could be discussed before young people。
And though Swithin was somewhat upset at being stopped like this on the point of saying something important； he soon recovered his affability。 He was rather fond of FrancesFrancie； as she was called in the family。 She was so smart； and they told him she made a pretty little pot of pin…money by her songs； he called it very clever of her。
He rather prided himself indeed on a liberal attitude towards women； not seeing any reason why they shouldn't paint pictures； or write tunes； or books even； for the matter of that； especially if they could turn a useful penny by it； not at allkept them out of mischief。 It was not as if they were men！
'Little Francie；' as she was usually called with good…natured contempt； was an important personage； if only as a standing illustration of the attitude of Forsytes towards the Arts。 She was not really 'little；' but rather tall； with dark hair for a Forsyte； which； together with a grey eye； gave her what was called 'a Celtic appearance。' She wrote songs with titles like 'Breathing Sighs；' or 'Kiss me； Mother； ere I die；' with a refrain like an anthem：
'Kiss me； Mother； ere I die； Kiss me…kiss me； Mother； ah！ Kiss； ah！ kiss me e…ere I… Kiss me； Mother； ere I d…d…die！'
She wrote the words to them herself； and other poems。 In lighter moments she wrote waltzes； one of which； the 'Kensington Coil；' was almost national to Kensington； having a sweet dip in it。
It was very original。 Then there were her 'Songs for Little People；' at once educational and witty； especially 'Gran'ma's Porgie；' and that ditty； almost prophetically imbued with the coming Imperial spirit； entitled 'Black him in his little eye。'
Any publisher would take these； and reviews like 'High Living；' and the 'Ladies' Genteel Guide' went into raptures over： 'Another of Miss Francie Forsyte's spirited ditties； sparkling and pathetic。 We ourselves were moved to tears and laughter。 Miss Forsyte should go far。'
With the true instinct of her breed； Francie had made a point of knowing the right peoplepeople who would write about her； and talk about her； and people in Society； tookeeping a mental register of just where to exert her fascinations； and an eye on that steady scale of rising prices； which in her mind's eye represented the future。 In this way she caused herself to be universally respected。
Once； at a time when her emotions were whipped by an attachment for the tenor of Roger's life； with its whole…hearted collection of house property； had induced in his only daughter a tendency towards passionshe turned to great and sincere work； choosing the sonata form； for the violin。 This was the only one of her productions that troubled the Forsytes。 They felt at once that it would not sell。
Roger； who liked having a clever daughter well enough； and often alluded to the amount of pocket…money she made for herself； was upset by this violin sonata。
〃Rubbish like that！〃 he called it。 Francie had borrowed young Flageoletti from Euphemia； to play it in the drawing…room at Prince's Gardens。
As a matter of fact Roger was right。 It was rubbish； but annoying！ the sort of rubbish that wouldn't sell。 As every Forsyte knows； rubbish that sells is not rubbish at allfar from it。
And yet； in spite of the sound common sense which fixed the worth of art at what it would fetch； some of the ForsytesAunt Hester； for instance； who had always been musicalcould not help regretting that Francie's music was not 'classical'； the same with her poems。 But then； as Aunt Hester said； they didn't see any poetry nowadays； all the poems were 'little light things。'
There was nobody who could write a poem like 'Paradise Lost；' or 'Childe Harold'； either of which made you feel that you really had read something。 Still； it was nice for Francie to have something to occupy her； while other girls were spending money shopping she was making it！
And both Aunt Hester and Aunt Juley were always ready to listen to the latest story of how Francie had got her price increased。
They listened now； together with Swithin； who sat pretending not to； for these young people talked so fast and mumbled so； he never could catch what they said。
〃And I can't think；〃 said Mrs。 Septimus； 〃how you do it。 I should never have the audacity！〃
Francie smiled lightly。 〃I'd much rather deal with a man than a woman。 Women are so sharp！〃
〃My dear；〃 cried Mrs。 Small； 〃I'm sure we're not。〃
Euphemia went off into her silent laugh； and； ending with the squeak； said； as though being strangled： 〃Oh； you'll kill me some day； auntie。〃
Swithin saw no necessity to laugh； he detested people laughing when he himself perceived no joke。 Indeed； he detested Euphemia altogether； to whom he always alluded as 'Nick's daughter； what's she calledthe pale one？' He had just missed being her god… fatherindeed； would have been； had he not taken a firm stand against her outlandish name。 He hated becoming a godfather。 Swithin then said to Francie with dignity： 〃It's a fine day erfor the time of year。〃 But Euphemia； who knew perfectly well that he had refused to be her godfather； turned to Aunt Hester； and began telling her how she had seen IreneMrs。 Soamesat the Church and Commercial Stores。
〃And Soames was with her？〃 said Aunt Hester； to whom Mrs。 Small had as yet had no opportunity of relating the incident。
〃Soames with her？ Of course not！〃
〃But was she all alone in London？〃
〃Oh； no； there was Mr。 Bosinney with her。 She was perfectly dressed。〃
But Swithin； hearing the name Irene； looked severely at Euphemia； who； it is true； never did look well in a dress； whatever she may have done on other occasions； and said：
〃Dressed like a lady； I've no doubt。 It's a pleasure to see her。〃
At this moment James and his daughters were announced。 Dartie； feeling badly in want of a drink； had pleaded an appointment with his dentist； and； being put down at the Marble Arch； had got into a hansom； and was already seated in the window of his club in Piccadilly。
His wife； he told his cronies； had wanted to take him to pay some calls。 It was not in his linenot exactly。 Haw！
Hailing the waiter； he sent him out to the hall to see what had won the 4。30 race。 He was dog…tired； he said； and that was a fact； had been drivin' about with his wife to 'shows' all the
afternoon。 Had put his foot down at last。 A fellow must live his own life。
At this moment； glancing out of the bay windowfor he loved this seat whence he could see everybody passhis eye unfortunately； or perhaps fortunately； chanced to light on the figure of Soames； who was mousing across the road from the Green Park…side； with the evident intention of coming in； for he； too； belonged to 'The Iseeum。'
Dartie sprang to his feet； grasping his glass； he muttered something about 'that 4。30 race；' and swiftly withdrew to the card…room； where Soames never came。 Here； in complete isolation and a dim light； he lived his own life till half past seven； by which hour he knew Soames must certainly have left the club。
It would not do； as he kept repeating to himself whenever he felt the impulse to join the gossips in the bay…window getting too strong for himit absolutely would not do； with finances as low as his； and the 'old man' （James） rusty ever since that business over the oil shares； which was no fault of his； to risk a row with Winifred。
If Soames were to see him in the club it would be sure to come round to her that he wasn't at the dentist's at all。 He never knew a family where things 'came round' so。 Uneasily； amongst the green baize card…tables； a frown on his olive coloured face； his check trousers crossed； and patent…leather boots shining through the gloom； he sat biting his forefinger； and wondering where the deuce he was to get the money if Erotic failed to win the Lancashire Cup。
His thoughts turned gloomily to the Forsytes。 What a set they were！ There was no getting anything out of themat least； it was a matter of extreme difficulty。 They were so d…d particular about money matters； not a sportsman amongst the lot； unless it were George。 That fellow Soames； for instance； would have a ft if you tried to borrow a tenner from him； or； if he didn't have a fit； he looked at you with his cursed supercilious smile； as if you were a lost soul because you were in want of money。
And that wife of his （Dartie's mouth watered involuntarily）； he had tried to be on good terms with her； as one naturally would with any pretty sister…in…law； but he would be cursed if the （he mentally used a coarse word）would have anything to say to him she looked at him； indeed； a
