man of property-第39节
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constellations。 An appearance of real spaciousness had been secured by moving out all the furniture on to the upper landings； and enclosing the room with those strange appendages of civilization known as 'rout' seats。 In a remote corner； embowered in palms； was a cottage piano； with a copy of the 'Kensington Coil' open on the music…stand。
Roger had objected to a band。 He didn't see in the least what they wanted with a band； he wouldn't go to the expense； and there was an end of it。 Francie （her mother； whom Roger had long since reduced to chronic dyspepsia； went to bed on such occasions）； had been obliged to content herself with supplementing the piano by a young man who played the cornet； and she so arranged with palms that anyone who did not look into the heart of things might imagine there were several musicians secreted there。 She made up her mind to tell them to play loudthere was a lot of music in a cornet； if the man would only put his soul into it。
In the more cultivated American tongue； she was 'through' at lastthrough that tortuous labyrinth of make…shifts； which must be traversed before fashionable display can be combined with the sound economy of a Forsyte。 Thin but brilliant； in her maize…coloured frock with much tulle about the shoulders； she went from place to place； fitting on her gloves； and casting her eye over it all。
To the hired butler （for Roger only kept maids） she spoke about the wine。 Did he quite understand that Mr。 Forsyte wished a dozen bottles of the champagne from Whiteley's to be put out？ But if that were finished （she did not suppose it would be； most of the ladies would drink water； no doubt）； but if it were； there was the champagne cup； and he must do the best he could with that。
She hated having to say this sort of thing to a butler； it was so infra dig。； but what could you do with father？ Roger； indeed； after making himself consistently disagreeable about the dance； would come down presently； with his fresh colour and bumpy
forehead； as though he had been its promoter； and he would smile； and probably take the prettiest woman in to supper； and at two o'clock； just as they were getting into the swing； he would go up secretly to the musicians and tell them to play 'God Save the Queen；' and go away。
Francie devoutly hoped he might soon get tired； and slip off to bed。
The three or four devoted girl friends who were staying in the house for this dance； had partaken with her； in a small； abandoned room upstairs； of tea and cold chicken…legs； hurriedly served； the men had been sent out to dine at Eustace's Club； it being felt that they must be fed up。
Punctually on the stroke of nine arrived Mrs。 Small alone。 She made elaborate apologies for the absence of Timothy； omitting all mention of Aunt Hester； who； at the last minute； had said she could not be bothered。 Francie received her effusively； and placed her on a rout seat； where she left her； pouting and solitary in lavender…coloured satinthe first time she had worn colour since Aunt Ann's death。
The devoted maiden friends came now from their rooms； each by magic arrangement in a differently coloured frock； but all with the same liberal allowance of tulle on the shoulders and at the bosomfor they were； by some fatality； lean to a girl。 They were all taken up to Mrs。 Small。 None stayed with her more than a few seconds； but clustering together talked and twisted their programmes； looking secretly at the door for the first appearance of a man。
Then arrived in a group a number of Nicholases； always punctual the fashion up Ladbroke Grove way； and close behind them Eustace and his men； gloomy and smelling rather of smoke。
Three or four of Francie's lovers now appeared； one after the other； she had made each promise to come early。 They were all clean…shaven and sprightly； with that peculiar kind of young…man sprightliness which had recently invaded Kensington； they did not seem to mind each other's presence in the least； and wore their ties bunching out at the ends； white waistcoats； and socks with clocks。 All had handkerchiefs concealed in their cuffs。 They moved buoyantly； each armoured in professional gaiety； as though he had come to do great deeds。 Their faces when they danced； far from wearing the traditional solemn look of the dancing； English… man； were irresponsible； charming； suave； they bounded； twirling their partners at great pace； without pedantic attentionto the rhythm of the music。
At other dancers they looked with a kind of airy scornthey； the light brigade； the heroes of a hundred Kensington 'hops'from whom alone could the right manner and smile and step be hoped。
After this the stream came fast； chaperones silting up along the wall facing the entrance； the volatile element swelling the eddy in the larger room。
Men were scarce； and wallflowers wore their peculiar； pathetic expression； a patient； sourish smile which seemed to say： 〃Oh； no！ don't mistake me； I know you are not coming up to me。 I can hardly expect that！〃 And Francie would plead with one of her lovers； or with some callow youth： 〃Now； to please me； do let me introduce you to Miss Pink； such a nice girl； really！〃 and she would bring him up； and say： 〃Miss PinkMr。 Gathercole。 Can you spare him a dance？〃 Then Miss Pink； smiling her forced smile； colouring a little； answered： 〃Oh！ I think so！〃 and screening her empty card； wrote on it the name of Gathercole； spelling it passionately in the district that he proposed； about the second extra。
But when the youth had murmured that it was hot； and passed； she relapsed into her attitude of hopeless expectation； into her patient； sourish smile。
Mothers； slowly fanning their faces； watched their daughters； and in their eyes could be read all the story of those daughters' fortunes。 As for themselves； to sit hour after hour； dead tired； silent； or talking spasmodicallywhat did it matter； so long as the girls were having a good time！ But to see them neglected and passed by！ Ah！ they smiled； but their eyes stabbed like the eyes of an offended swan； they longed to pluck young； Gathercole by the slack of his dandified breeches； and drag him to their daughtersthe jackanapes！
And all the cruelties and hardness of life； its pathos and unequal chances； its conceit； self…forgetfulness； and patience； were presented on the battle…field of this Kensington ball…room。
Here and there； too； loversnot lovers like Francie's； a peculiar breed； but simply loverstrembling； blushing； silent； sought each other by flying glances； sought to meet and touch in the mazes of the dance； and now and again dancing together； struck some beholder by the light in their eyes。
Not a second before ten o'clock came the JamesesEmily； Rachel； Winifred （Dartie had been left behind； having on a former occasion drunk too much of Roger's champagne）； and Cicely； the youngest； making her debut； behind them； following in a hansom from the paternal mansion where they had dined； Soames and Irene。
All these ladies had shoulder…straps and no tullethus showing at once； by a bolder exposure of flesh； that they came from the more fashionable side of the Park。
Soames； sidling back from the contact of the dancers； took up a position against the wall。 Guarding himself with his pale smile； he stood watching。 Waltz after waltz began and ended； couple after couple brushed by with smiling lips； laughter； and snatches of talk； or with set lips； and eyes searching the throng； or again； with silent； parted lips； and eyes on each other。 And the scent of festivity； the odour of flowers； and hair； of essences that women love； rose suffocatingly in the heat of the summer night。
Silent； with something of scorn in his smile； Soames seemed to notice nothing； but now and again his eyes； finding that which they sought； would fix themselves on a point in the shifting throng； and the smile die off his lips。
He danced with no one。 Some fellows danced with their wives； his sense of 'form' had never permitted him to dance with Irene since their marriage； and the God of the Forsytes alone can tell whether this was a relief to him or not。
She passed； dancing with other men； her dress； iris…coloured； floating away from her feet。 She danced well； he was tired of hearing women say with an acid smile： 〃How beautifully your wife dances； Mr。 Forsyteit's quite a pleasure to watch her！〃 Tired of answering them with his sidelong glance： 〃You think so？〃
A young couple close by flirted a fan by turns； making an unpleasant draught。 Francie and one of her lovers stood near。 They were talking of love。
He heard Roger's voice behind； giving an order about supper to a servant。 Everything was very second…class！ He wished that he had not come！ He had asked Irene whether she wanted him； she had answered with that maddening smile of hers 〃Oh； no！〃
Why had he come？ For the last quarter of an hour he had not even seen her。 Here was George advancing with his Quilpish face； it was too late to get out of his way。
〃Have you seen 'The Buccaneer'？〃 said this licensed wag； 〃he's on the warpathhair cut and everything！〃
Soames said he had not； and crossing the room； half…empty in an interval of the dance； he went out on the balcony； and looke
