man of property-第47节
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ageous as old Jolyon's itself。 Her tremors had passed into eagerness。
Mrs。 Baynes； Bosinney's aunt （Louisa was her name）； was in her kitchen when June was announced； organizing the cook； for she was an excellent housewife； and； as Baynes always said； there was 'a lot in a good dinner。' He did his best work after dinner。 It was Baynes who built that remarkably fine row of tall crimson houses in Kensington which compete with so many others for the title of 'the ugliest in London。'
On hearing June's name； she went hurriedly to her bedroom； and； taking two large bracelets from a red morocco case in a locked drawer； put them on her white wristsfor she possessed in a remarkable degree that 'sense of property；' which； as we know； is the touchstone of Forsyteism； and the foundation of good morality。
Her figure； of medium height and broad build； with a tendency to embonpoint； was reflected by the mirror of her whitewood wardrobe； in a gown made under her own organization； of one of those half…tints； reminiscent of the distempered walls of corridors in large hotels。 She raised her hands to her hair； which she wore a la Princesse de Galles； and touched it here and there； settling it more firmly on her head； and her eyes were full of an unconscious realism； as though she were looking in the face one of life's sordid facts； and making the best of it。 In youth her cheeks had been of cream and roses； but they were mottled now by middle…age； and again that hard； ugly directness came into her eyes as she dabbed a powder…puff across her forehead。 Putting the puff down； she stood quite still before the glass； arranging a smile over her high； important nose； her； chin； （never large； and now growing smaller with the increase of her neck）； her thin…lipped； down…drooping mouth。 Quickly； not to lose the effect； she grasped her skirts strongly in both hands； and went downstairs。
She had been hoping for this visit for some time past。 Whispers had reached her that things were not all right between her nephew and his fiancee。 Neither of them had been near her for weeks。 She had asked Phil to dinner many times； his invariable answer had been 'Too busy。'
Her instinct was alarmed； and the instinct in such matters of this excellent woman was keen。 She ought to have been a Forsyte； in young Jolyon's sense of the word； she certainly had that privilege； and merits description as such。
She had married off her three daughters in a way that people said was beyond their deserts； for they had the professional plainness only to be found； as a rule； among the female kind of the more legal callings。 Her name was upon the committees of numberless charities connected with the Church…dances； theatricals； or bazaarsand she never lent her name unless sure beforehand that everything had been thoroughly organized。
She believed； as she often said； in putting things on a commercial basis； the proper function of the Church； of charity； indeed； of everything； was to strengthen the fabric of 'Society。' Individual action； therefore； she considered immoral。 Organization was the only thing； for by organization alone could you feel sure that you were getting a return for your money。 Organizationand again； organization！ And there is no doubt that she was what old Jolyon called her〃a 'dab' at that〃he went further； he called her 〃a humbug。〃
The enterprises to which she lent her name were organized so admirably that by the time the takings were handed over； they were indeed skim milk divested of all cream of human kindness。 But as she often justly remarked； sentiment was to be deprecated。 She was； in fact； a little academic。
This great and good woman； so highly thought of in ecclesiastical circles； was one of the principal priestesses in the temple of Forsyteism； keeping alive day and night a sacred flame to the God of Property； whose altar is inscribed with those inspiring words： 'Nothing for nothing； and really remarkably little for sixpence。'
When she entered a room it was felt that something substantial had come in； which was probably the reason of her popularity as a patroness。 People liked something substantial when they had paid money for it； and they would look at hersurrounded by her staff in charity ballrooms； with her high nose and her broad； square figure； attired in an uniform covered with sequinsas though she were a general。
The only thing against her was that she had not a double name。 She was a power in upper middle…class society； with its hundred sets and circles； all intersecting on the common battlefield of charity functions； and on that battlefield brushing skirts so pleasantly with the skirts of Society with the capital 'S。' She was a power in society with the smaller 's；' that larger； more significant； and more powerful body； where the commercially Christian institutions； maxims； and 'principle；' which Mrs。 Baynes embodied； were real life…blood； circulating freely； real business currency； not merely the sterilized imitation that flowed in the veins of smaller Society with the larger ' S。' People who knew her felt her to be sounda sound woman； who never gave herself away； nor anything else； if she could possibly help it。
She had been on the worst sort of terms with Bosinney's father； who had not infrequently made her the object of an unpardonable ridicule。 She alluded to him now that he was gone as her 'poor； dear； irreverend brother。'
She greeted June with the careful effusion of which she was a mistress； a little afraid of her as far as a woman of her eminence in the commercial and Christian world could be afraid for so slight a girl June had a great dignity； the fearlessness of her eyes gave her that。 And Mrs。 Baynes； too； shrewdly recognized that behind the uncompromising frankness of June's manner there was much of the Forsyte。 If the girl had been merely frank and courageous； Mrs。 Baynes would have thought her 'cranky；' and despised her； if she had been merely a Forsyte； like Francielet us sayshe would have patronized her from sheer weight of metal； but June； small though she wasMrs。 Baynes habitually admired quantitygave her an uneasy feeling； and she placed her in a chair opposite the light。
There was another reason for her respect which Mrs。 Baynes； too good a churchwoman to be worldly； would have been the last to admitshe often heard her husband describe old Jolyon as extremely well off； and was biassed towards his granddaughter for the soundest of all reasons。 To…day she felt the emotion with which we read a novel describing a hero and an inheritance； nervously anxious lest； by some frightful lapse of the novelist； the young man should be left without it at the end。
Her manner was warm； she had never seen so clearly before how distinguished and desirable a girl this was。 She asked after old Jolyon's health。 A wonderful man for his age； so upright； and young looking； and how old was he？ Eighty…one！ She would never have thought it！ They were at the sea！ Very nice for them； she supposed June heard from Phil every day？ Her light grey eyes became more prominent as she asked this question； but the girl met the glance without flinching。
〃No；〃 she said； 〃he never writes！〃
Mrs。 Baynes's eyes dropped； they had no intention of doing so； but they did。 They recovered immediately。
〃Of course not。 That's Phil all overhe was always like that！〃
〃Was he？〃 said June。
The brevity of the answer caused Mrs。 Baynes's bright smile a moment's hesitation； she disguised it by a quick movement； and spreading her skirts afresh； said： 〃Why； my dearhe's quite the most harum…scarum person； one never pays the slightest attention to what he does！〃
The conviction came suddenly to June that she was wasting her time； even were she to put a question point…blank； she would never get anything out of this woman。
'Do you see him？' she asked； her face crimsoning。
The perspiration broke out on Mrs。 Baynes' forehead beneath the powder。
〃Oh； yes！ I don't remember when he was here lastindeed； we haven't seen much of him lately。 He's so busy with your cousin's house； I'm told it'll be finished directly。 We must organize a little dinner to celebrate the event； do come and stay the night with us！〃
〃Thank you；〃 said June。 Again she thought： 'I'm only wasting my time。 This woman will tell me nothing。'
She got up to go。 A change came over Mrs。 Baynes。 She rose too； her lips twitched； she fidgeted her hands。 Something was evidently very wrong； and she did not dare to ask this girl； who stood there； a slim； straight little figure； with her decided face； her set jaw； and resentful eyes。 She was not accustomed to be afraid of asking question'sall organization was based on the asking of questions！
But the issue was so grave that her nerve； normally strong； was fairly shaken； only that morning her husband had said： 〃Old Mr。 Forsyte must be worth well over a hundred thousand pounds！〃
And this girl stood there； holding out her handholding out her hand！
The chance might be slipping awayshe couldn't tellthe chance of keeping her in the family； and yet she dared not speak。
Her eyes followed June to the door。
It closed。
Then with an exclamation Mrs。 Baynes ran forward； wobbling her bulky frame from side
