man of property-第57节
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ed the master at any moment：
〃He's always at 'ome to tea； sir； to play with the children。〃
Old Jolyon said he would wait； and sat down patiently enough in the faded； shabby drawing room； where； now that the summer chintzes were removed； the old chairs and sofas revealed all their threadbare deficiencies。 He longed to send for the children； to have them there beside him； their supple bodies against his knees； to hear Jolly's： 〃Hallo； Gran！〃 and see his rush； and feel Holly's soft little hand stealing up against his cheek。 But he would not。 There was solemnity in what he had come to do； and until it was over he would not play。 He amused himself by thinking how with two strokes of his pen he was going to restore the look of caste so conspicuously absent from everything in that little house； how he could fill these rooms； or others in some larger mansion； with triumphs of art from Baple and Pullbred's； how he could send little Jolly to Harrow and Oxford （he no longer had faith in Eton and Cambridge； for his son had been there）； how he could procure little Holly the best musical instruction； the child had a remarkable aptitude。
As these visions crowded before him； causing emotion to swell his heart； he rose； and stood at the window； looking down into the little walled strip of garden； where the pear…tree； bare of leaves before its time； stood with gaunt branches in the slow…gathering mist of the autumn afternoon。 The dog Balthasar； his tail curled tightly over a piebald； furry back； was walking at the farther end； sniffing at the plants； and at intervals placing his leg for support against the wall。
And old Jolyon mused。
What pleasure was there left but to give？ It was pleasant to give； when you could find one who would be thankful for what you gaveone of your own flesh and blood！ There was no such satisfaction to be had out of giving to those who did not belong to you； to those who had no claim on you！ Such giving as that was a betrayal of the individualistic convictions and actions of his life； of all his enterprise； his labour； and his moderation； of the great and proud fact that； like tens of thousands of Forsytes before him； tens of thousands in the present； tens of thousands in the future； he had always made his own； and held his own； in the world。
And； while he stood there looking down on the smut…covered foliage of the laurels； the blackstained grass…plot； the progress of the dog Balthasar； all the suffering of the fifteen years during which he had been baulked of legitimate enjoyment mingled its gall with the sweetness of the approaching moment。
Young Jolyon came at last； pleased with his work； and fresh from long hours in the open air。 On hearing that his father was in the drawing room； he inquired hurriedly whether Mrs。 Forsyte was at home； and being informed that she was not； heaved a sigh of relief。 Then putting his painting materials carefully in the little coat…closet out of sight； he went in。
With characteristic decision old Jolyon came at once to the point。 〃I've been altering my arrangements； Jo；〃 he said。 〃You can cut your coat a bit longer in the futureI'm settling a thousand a year on you at once。 June will have fifty thousand at my death； and you the rest。 That dog of yours is spoiling the garden。 I shouldn't keep a dog； if I were you！〃
The dog Balthasar； seated in the centre of the lawn； was examining his tail。
Young Jolyon looked at the animal； but saw him dimly； for his eyes were misty。
〃Yours won't come short of a hundred thousand； my boy；〃 said old Jolyon； 〃I thought you'd better know。 I haven't much longer to live at my age。 I shan't allude to it again。 How's your wife？
Andgive her my love。〃
Young Jolyon put his hand on his father's shoulder； and； as neither spoke； the episode closed。
Having seen his father into a hansom； young Jolyon came back to the drawing…room and stood； where old Jolyon had stood； looking down on the little garden。 He tried to realize all that this meant to him； and； Forsyte that he was； vistas of property were opened out in his brain； the years of half rations through which he had passed had not sapped his natural instincts。 In extremely practical form； he thought of travel； of his wife's costume； the children's education； a pony for Jolly； a thousand things； but in the midst of all he thought； too； of Bosinney and his mistress； and the broken song of the thrush。 Joytragedy！ Which？ Which？
The old pastthe poignant； suffering； passionate； wonderful past； that no money could buy； that nothing could restore in all its burning sweetnesshad come back before him。
When his wife came in he went straight up to her and took her in his arms； and for a long time he stood without speaking； his eyes closed； pressing her to him； while she looked at him with a wondering； adoring； doubting look in her eyes。
CHAPTER IV
VOYAGE INTO THE INFERNO
The morning after a certain night on which Soames at last asserted his rights and acted like a man； he breakfasted alone。
He breakfasted by gaslight； the fog of late November wrapping the town as in some monstrous blanket till the trees of the Square even were barely visible from the diningroom window。
He ate steadily； but at times a sensation as though he could not swallow attacked him。 Had he been right to yield to his overmastering hunger of the night before； and break down the resistance which he had suffered now too long from this woman who was his lawful and solemnly constituted helpmate？
He was strangely haunted by the recollection of her face； from before which； to soothe her； he had tried to pull her handsof her terrible smothered sobbing； the like of which he had never heard； and still seemed to hear； and he was still haunted by the odd； intolerable feeling of remorse and shame he had felt； as he stood looking at her by the flame of the single candle； before silently slinking away。
And somehow； now that he had acted like this； he was surprised at himself。
Two nights before； at Winifred Dartie's； he had taken Mrs。 MacAnder into dinner。 She had said to him； looking in his face with her sharp； greenish eyes： 〃And so your wife is a great friend of that Mr。 Bosinney's？〃
Not deigning to ask what she meant； he had brooded over her words。
They had roused in him a fierce jealousy； which； with the peculiar perversion of this instinct； had turned to fiercer desire。
Without the incentive of Mrs。 MacAnder's words he might never have done what he had done。 Without their incentive and the accident of finding his wife's door for once unlocked； which had enabled him to steal upon her asleep。
Slumber had removed his doubts； but the morning brought them again。 One thought comforted him： No one would knowit was not the sort of thing that she would speak about。
And； indeed； when the vehicle of his daily business life； which needed so imperatively the grease of clear and practical thought； started rolling once more with the reading of his letters； those nightmare…like doubts began to assume less extravagant importance at the back of his mind。 The incident was really not of great moment； women made a fuss about it in books； but in the cool judgment of right…thinking men； of men of the world； of such as he recollected often received praise in the Divorce Court； he had but done his best to sustain the sanctity of marriage； to prevent her from abandoning her duty； possibly； if she were still seeing Bosinney； from。。。。
No； he did not regret it。
Now that the first step towards reconciliation had been taken； the rest would be comparativelycomparatively。。。。
He； rose and walked to the window。 His nerve had been shaken。 The sound of smothered sobbing was in his ears again。 He could not get rid of it。
He put on his fur coat； and went out into the fog； having to go into the City； he took the underground railway from Sloane Square station。
In his corner of the first…class compartment filled with City men the smothered sobbing still haunted him； so he opened the Times with the rich crackle that drowns all lesser sounds； and； barricaded behind it； set himself steadily to con the news。
He read that a Recorder had charged a grand jury on the previous day with a more than usually long list of offences。 He read of three murders； five manslaughters； seven arsons； and as many as eleven rapesa surprisingly high numberin addition to many less conspicuous crimes； to be tried during a coming Sessions； and from one piece of news he went on to another； keeping the paper well before his face。
And still； inseparable from his reading； was the memory of Irene's tear…stained face； and the sounds from her broken heart。
The day was a busy one； including； in addition to the ordinary affairs of his practice； a visit to his brokers； Messrs。 Grin and Grinning； to give them instructions to sell his shares in the New Colliery Co。； Ltd。； whose business he suspected； rather than knew； was stagnating （this enterprise afterwards slowly declined； and was ultimately sold for a song to an American syndicate）； and a long conference at Waterbuck； Q。C。's chambers； attended by Boulter； by Fiske； the junior counsel； and Waterbuck； Q。C。； himself。
The case of Forsyte v。 Bosinney was expect
