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The poor old Dad！ So this was the end； the purpose to which he had lived with such magnificent moderation！ To be lonely； and grow older and older； yearning for a soul to speak to！
In his turn old Jolyon looked back at his son。 He wanted to talk about many things that he had been unable to talk about all these years。 It had been impossible to seriously confide in June his conviction that property in the Soho quarter would go up in value； his uneasiness about that tremendous silence of Pippin；
the superintendent of the New Colliery Company； of which he had so long been chairman； his disgust at the steady fall in American Golgothas； or even to discuss how； by some sort of settlement； he could best avoid the payment of those death duties which would follow his decease。 Under the influence； however； of a cup of tea； which he seemed to stir indefinitely； he began to speak at last。 A new vista of life was thus opened up； a promised land of talk； where he could find a harbour against the waves of anticipation and regret； where he could soothe his soul with the opium of devising how to round off his property and make eternal the only part of him that was to remain alive。
Young Jolyon was a good listener； it was his great quality。 He kept his eyes fixed on his father's face； putting a question now and then。
The clock struck one before old Jolyon had finished； and at the sound of its striking his principles came back。 He took out his watch with a look of surprise：
〃I must go to bed； Jo；〃 he said。
Young Jolyon rose and held out his hand to help his father up。 The old face looked worn and hollow again； the eyes were steadily averted。
〃Good…bye； my boy； take care of yourself。〃
A moment passed； and young Jolyon； turning on his； heel； marched out at the door。 He could hardly see； his smile quavered。 Never in all the fifteen years since he had first found out that life was no simple business； had he found it so singularly complicated。
CHAPTER III
DINNER AT SWITHIN'S
In Swithin's orange and light…blue dining…room； facing the Park； the round table was laid for twelve。
A cut…glass chandelier filled with lighted candles hung like a giant stalactite above its centre； radiating over large gilt…framed mirrors； slabs of marble on the tops of side…tables； and heavy gold chairs with crewel worked seats。 Everything betokened that love of beauty so deeply implanted in each family which has had its own way to make into Society； out of the more vulgar heart of Nature。 Swithin had indeed an impatience of simplicity； a love of ormolu； which had always stamped him amongst his associates as a man of great； if somewhat luxurious taste； and out of the knowledge that no one could possibly enter his rooms without perceiving him to be a man of wealth； he had derived a solid and prolonged happiness such as perhaps no other circumstance in life had afforded him。
Since his retirement from land agency； a profession deplorable in his estimation； especially as to its auctioneering department； he had abandoned himself to naturally aristocratic tastes。
The perfect luxury of his latter days had embedded him like a fly in sugar； and his mind； where very little took place from morning till night； was the junction of two curiously opposite emotions； a lingering and sturdy satisfaction that he had made his own way and his own fortune； and a sense that a man of his distinction should never have been allowed to soil his mind with work。
He stood at the sideboard in a white waistcoat with large gold and onyx buttons； watching his valet screw the necks of three champagne bottles deeper into ice…pails。 Between the points of his stand…up collar； whichthough it hurt him to movehe would on no account have had altered； the pale flesh of his under chin remained immovable。 His eyes roved from bottle to bottle。 He was debating； and he argued like this： Jolyon drinks a glass； perhaps two； he's so careful of himself。 James； he can't take his wine nowadays。 NicholasFanny and he would swill water he shouldn't wonder！ Soames didn't count； these young nephews Soames was thirty…onecouldn't drink！ But Bosinney？
Encountering in the name of this stranger something outside the range of his philosophy； Swithin paused。 A misgiving arose within him！ It was impossible to tell！ June was only a girl； in love too！ Emily （Mrs。 James） liked a good glass of champagne。 It was too dry for Juley； poor old soul； she had no palate。 As to Hatty Chessman！ The thought of this old friend caused a cloud of thought to obscure the perfect glassiness of his eyes： He shouldn't wonder if she drank half a bottle！
But in thinking of his remaining guest； an expression like that of a cat who is just going to purr stole over his old face： Mrs。 Soames！ She mightn't take much； but she would appreciate what she drank； it was a pleasure to give her good wine！ A pretty womanand sympathetic to him！
The thought of her was like champagne itself！ A pleasure to give a good wine to a young woman who looked so well； who knew how to dress； with charming manners； quite distinguisheda pleasure to entertain her。 Between the points of his collar he gave his head the first small； painful oscillation of the evening。
〃Adolf！〃 he said。 〃Put in another bottle。〃
He himself might drink a good deal； for； thanks to that prescription of Blight's； he found himself extremely well； and he had been careful to take no lunch。 He had not felt so well for weeks。 Puffing out his lower lip； he gave his last instructions：
〃Adolf； the least touch of the West India when you come to the ham。〃
Passing into the anteroom； he sat down on the edge of a chair； with his knees apart； and his tall； bulky form was wrapped at once in an expectant； strange； primeval immobility。 He was ready to rise at a moment's notice。 He had not given a dinner…party for months。 This dinner in honour of June's engagement had seemed a bore at first （among Forsytes the custom of solemnizing engagements by feasts was religiously observed）； but the labours of sending invitations and ordering the repast over； he felt pleasantly stimulated。
And thus sitting； a watch in his hand； fat； and smooth； and golden； like a flattened globe of butter； he thought of nothing。
A long man； with side whiskers； who had once been in Swithin's service； but was now a greengrocer； entered and proclaimed：
〃Mrs。 Chessman； Mrs。 Septimus Small！〃
Two ladies advanced。 The one in front； habited entirely in red； had large； settled patches of the same colour in her cheeks； and a hard； dashing eye。 She walked at Swithin； holding out a hand cased in a long； primrose…coloured glove：
Well！ Swithin；〃 she said； 〃I haven't seen you for ages。 How are you？ Why； my dear boy； how stout you're getting！〃
The fixity of Swithin's eye alone betrayed emotion。 A dumb and grumbling anger swelled his bosom。 It was vulgar to be stout； to talk of being stout； he had a chest； nothing more。 Turning to his sister； he grasped her hand； and said in a tone of command：
〃Well； Juley。〃
Mrs。 Septimus Small was the tallest of the four sisters； her good； round old face had gone a little sour； an innumerable pout clung all over it； as if it had been encased in an iron wire mask up to that evening； which； being suddenly removed； left little rolls of mutinous flesh all over her countenance。 Even her eyes were pouting。 It was thus that she recorded her permanent resentment at the loss of Septimus Small。
She had quite a reputation for saying the wrong thing； and； tenacious like all her breed； she would hold to it when she had said it； and add to it another wrong thing； and so on。 With the decease of her husband the family tenacity； the family matter…of…factness； had gone sterile within her。 A great talker； when allowed； she would converse without the faintest animation for hours together； relating； with epic monotony； the innumerable occasions on which Fortune had misused her； nor did she ever perceive that her hearers sympathized with Fortune； for her heart was kind。
Having sat； poor soul； long by the bedside of Small （a man of poor constitution）； she had acquired； the habit； and there were countless subsequent occasions when she had sat immense periods of time to amuse sick people； children； and other helpless persons； and she could never divest herself of the feeling that the world was the most ungrateful place anybody could live in。 Sunday after Sunday she sat at the feet of that extremely witty preacher； the Rev。 Thomas Scoles； who exercised a great influence over her； but she succeeded in convincing everybody that even this was a misfortune。 She had passed into a proverb in the family； and when anybody was observed to be peculiarly distressing； he was known as a regular 'Juley。' The habit of her mind would have killed anybody but a Forsyte at forty； but she was seventy…two； and had never looked better。 And one felt that there were capacities for enjoyment about her which might yet come out。 She owned three canaries； the cat Tommy； and half a parrotin common with her sister Hester；and these poor creatures （kept carefully out of Timothy's wayhe was nervous about animals）； unlike human beings； recognising that she could not