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man of property-第58章

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ske; the junior counsel; and Waterbuck; Q。C。; himself。

The case of Forsyte v。 Bosinney was expected to be reached on the morrow; before Mr。 Justice Bentham。

Mr。 Justice Bentham; a man of common…sense rather than too great legal knowledge; was considered to be about the best man they could have to try the action。  He was a 'strong' Judge。

Waterbuck; Q。C。; in pleasing conjunction with an almost rude neglect of Boulter and Fiske paid to Soames a good deal of attention; by instinct or the sounder evidence of rumour; feeling him to be a man of property。

He held with remarkable consistency to the opinion he had already expressed in writing; that the issue would depend to a great extent on the evidence given at the trial; and in a few well directed remarks he advised Soames not to be too careful in giving that evidence。  〃A little bluffness; Mr。 Forsyte;〃 he said; 〃a little bluffness;〃 and after he had spoken he laughed firmly; closed his lips tight; and scratched his head just below where he had pushed his wig back; for all the world like the gentleman… farmer for whom he loved to be taken。  He was considered perhaps the leading man in breach of promise cases。

Soames used the underground again in going home。

The fog was worse than ever at Sloane Square station。  Through the still; thick blur; men groped in and out; women; very few; grasped their reticules to their bosoms and handkerchiefs to their mouths; crowned with the weird excrescence of the driver; haloed by a vague glow of lamp…light that seemed to drown in vapour before it reached the pavement; cabs loomed dimshaped ever and again; and discharged citizens; bolting like rabbits to their burrows。

And these shadowy figures; wrapped each in his own little shroud of fog; took no notice of each other。  In the great warren; each rabbit for himself; especially those clothed in the more expensive fur; who; afraid of carriages on foggy days; are driven underground。

One figure; however; not far from Soames; waited at the station door。

Some buccaneer or lover; of whom each Forsyte thought: 'Poor devil! looks as if he were having a bad time!'  Their kind hearts beat a stroke faster for that poor; waiting; anxious lover in the fog; but they hurried by; well knowing that they had neither time nor money to spare for any suffering but their own。

Only a policeman; patrolling slowly and at intervals; took an interest in that waiting figure; the brim of whose slouch hat half hid a face reddened by the cold; all thin; and haggard; over which a hand stole now and again to smooth away anxiety; or renew the resolution that kept him waiting there。  But the waiting lover (if lover he were) was used to policemen's scrutiny; or too absorbed in his anxiety; for he never flinched。  A hardened case; accustomed to long trysts; to anxiety; and fog; and cold; if only his mistress came at last。  Foolish lover!  Fogs last until the spring; there is also snow and rain; no comfort anywhere; gnawing fear if you bring her out; gnawing fear if you bid her stay at home!

〃Serve him right; he should arrange his affairs better!〃

So any respectable Forsyte。  Yet; if that sounder citizen could have listened at the waiting lover's heart; out there in the fog and the cold; he would have said again: 〃Yes; poor devil he's having a bad time!〃

Soames got into his cab; and; with the glass down; crept along Sloane Street; and so along the Brompton Road; and home。  He reached his house at five。

His wife was not in。  She had gone out a quarter of an hour before。  Out at such a time of night; into this terrible fog! What was the meaning of that?

He sat by the dining…room fire; with the door open; disturbed to the soul; trying to read the evening paper。  A book was no good in daily papers alone was any narcotic to such worry as his。 》From the customary events recorded in the journal he drew some comfort。  'Suicide of an actress''Grave indisposition of a Statesman' (that chronic sufferer)'Divorce of an army officer' 'Fire in a colliery'he read them all。  They helped him a littleprescribed by the greatest of all doctors; our natural taste。

It was nearly seven when he heard her come in。

The incident of the night before had long lost its importance under stress of anxiety at her strange sortie into the fog。  But now that Irene was home; the memory of her broken…hearted sobbing came back to him; and he felt nervous at the thought of facing her。

She was already on the stairs; her grey fur coat hung to her knees; its high collar almost hid her face; she wore a thick veil。

She neither turned to look at him nor spoke。  No ghost or stranger could have passed more silently。

Bilson came to lay dinner; and told him that Mrs。 Forsyte was not coming down; she was having the soup in her room。

For once Soames did not 'change'; it was; perhaps; the first time in his life that he had sat down to dinner with soiled cuffs; and; not even noticing them; he brooded long over his wine。  He sent Bilson to light a fire in his picture…room; and presently went up there himself。

Turning on the gas; he heaved a deep sigh; as though amongst these treasures; the backs of which confronted him in stacks; around the little room; he had found at length his peace of mind。 He went straight up to the greatest treasure of them all; an undoubted Turner; and; carrying it to the easel; turned its face to the light。  There had been a movement in Turners; but he had not been able to make up his mind to part with it。  He stood for a long time; his pale; clean…shaven face poked forward above his stand…up collar; looking at the picture as though he were adding it up; a wistful expression came into his eyes; he found; perhaps; that it came to too little。  He took it down from the easel to put it back against the wall; but; in crossing the room; stopped; for he seemed to hear sobbing。

It was nothingonly the sort of thing that had been bothering him in the morning。  And soon after; putting the high guard before the blazing fire; he stole downstairs。

Fresh for the morrow!  was his thought。  It was long before he went to sleep。。。。

It is now to George Forsyte that the mind must turn for light on the events of that fog…engulfed afternoon。

The wittiest and most sportsmanlike of the Forsytes had passed the day reading a novel in the paternal mansion at Princes' Gardens。  Since a recent crisis in his financial affairs he had been kept on parole by Roger; and compelled to reside 'at home。'

Towards five o'clock he went out; and took train at South Kensington Station (for everyone to…day went Underground)。  His intention was to dine; and pass the evening playing billiards at the Red Pottlethat unique hostel; neither club; hotel; nor good gilt restaurant。

He got out at Charing Cross; choosing it in preference to his more usual St。  James's Park; that he might reach Jermyn Street by better lighted ways。

On the platform his eyesfor in combination with a composed and fashionable appearance; George had sharp eyes; and was always on the look…out for fillips to his sardonic humourhis eyes were attracted by a man; who; leaping from a first…class compartment; staggered rather than walked towards the exit。

'So ho; my bird!' said George to himself; 'why; it's 〃the Buccaneer!〃' and he put his big figure on the trail。  Nothing afforded him greater amusement than a drunken man。

Bosinney; who wore a slouch hat; stopped in front of him; spun around; and rushed back towards the carriage he had just left。 He was too late。  A porter caught him by the coat; the train was already moving on。

George's practised glance caught sight of the face of a lady clad in a grey fur coat at the carriage window。  It was Mrs。 Soames and George felt that this was interesting!

And now he followed Bosinney more closely than everup the stairs; past the ticket collector into the street。  In that progress; however; his feelings underwent a change; no longer merely curious and amused; he felt sorry for the poor fellow he was shadowing。  'The Buccaneer' was not drunk; but seemed to be acting under the stress of violent emotion; he was talking to himself; and all that George could catch were the words 〃Oh; God!〃  Nor did he appear to know what he was doing; or where going; but stared; hesitated; moved like a man out of his mind; and from being merely a joker in search of amusement; George felt that he must see the poor chap through。

He had 'taken the knock''taken the knock!'  And he wondered what on earth Mrs。 Soames had been saying; what on earth she had been telling him in the railway carriage。  She had looked bad enough herself!  It made George sorry to think of her travelling on with her trouble all alone。

He followed close behind Bosinney's elbowtall; burly figure; saying nothing; dodging warilyand shadowed him out into the fog。

There was something here beyond a jest!  He kept his head admirably; in spite of some excitement; for in addition to compassion; the instincts of the chase were roused within him。

Bosinney walked right out into the thoroughfarea vast muffled blackness; where a man could not see six paces before him; where; all around; voices or whistles mocked the sense of direction; and sudden shapes came rolling slow upon them
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