The Forsyte Saga - Complete - The Original Classic Edition. Galsworthy John

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Her hands, gloved in French grey, were crossed one over the other, her grave, charming face held to one side, and the eyes of all men near were fastened on it. Her figure swayed, so balanced that the very air seemed to set it moving. There was warmth, but little colour, in her cheeks; her large, dark eyes were soft.

       But it was at her lips--asking a question, giving an answer, with that shadowy smile--that men looked; they were sensitive lips, sen-

       suous and sweet, and through them seemed to come warmth and perfume like the warmth and perfume of a flower.

       The engaged couple thus scrutinized were unconscious of this passive goddess. It was Bosinney who first noticed her, and asked her

       name.

       June took her lover up to the woman with the beautiful figure.

       "Irene is my greatest chum," she said: "Please be good friends, you two!"

       At the little lady's command they all three smiled; and while they were smiling, Soames Forsyte, silently appearing from behind the woman with the beautiful figure, who was his wife, said:

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       "Ah! introduce me too!"

       He was seldom, indeed, far from Irene's side at public functions, and even when separated by the exigencies of social intercourse, could be seen following her about with his eyes, in which were strange expressions of watchfulness and longing.

       At the window his father, James, was still scrutinizing the marks on the piece of china.

       "I wonder at Jolyon's allowing this engagement," he said to Aunt Ann. "They tell me there's no chance of their getting married for years. This young Bosinney" (he made the word a dactyl in opposition to general usage of a short o) "has got nothing. When Winifred married Dartie, I made him bring every penny into settlement--lucky thing, too--they'd ha' had nothing by this time!"

       Aunt Ann looked up from her velvet chair. Grey curls banded her forehead, curls that, unchanged for decades, had extinguished in the family all sense of time. She made no reply, for she rarely spoke, husbanding her aged voice; but to James, uneasy of conscience, her look was as good as an answer.

       "Well," he said, "I couldn't help Irene's having no money. Soames was in such a hurry; he got quite thin dancing attendance on her." Putting the bowl pettishly down on the piano, he let his eyes wander to the group by the door.

       "It's my opinion," he said unexpectedly, "that it's just as well as it is."

       Aunt Ann did not ask him to explain this strange utterance. She knew what he was thinking. If Irene had no money she would not be so foolish as to do anything wrong; for they said--they said--she had been asking for a separate room; but, of course, Soames had not....

       James interrupted her reverie:

       "But where," he asked, "was Timothy? Hadn't he come with them?"

       Through Aunt Ann's compressed lips a tender smile forced its way:

       "No, he didn't think it wise, with so much of this diphtheria about; and he so liable to take things."

       James answered:

       "Well, HE takes good care of himself. I can't afford to take the care of myself that he does." Nor was it easy to say which, of admiration, envy, or contempt, was dominant in that remark.

       Timothy, indeed, was seldom seen. The baby of the family, a publisher by profession, he had some years before, when business

       was at full tide, scented out the stagnation which, indeed, had not yet come, but which ultimately, as all agreed, was bound to set in, and, selling his share in a firm engaged mainly in the production of religious books, had invested the quite conspicuous proceeds in three per cent. consols. By this act he had at once assumed an isolated position, no other Forsyte being content with less than four per cent. for his money; and this isolation had slowly and surely undermined a spirit perhaps better than commonly endowed with caution. He had become almost a myth--a kind of incarnation of security haunting the background of the Forsyte universe. He had never committed the imprudence of marrying, or encumbering himself in any way with children.

       James resumed, tapping the piece of china:

       "This isn't real old Worcester. I s'pose Jolyon's told you something about the young man. From all I can learn, he's got no business, no income, and no connection worth speaking of; but then, I know nothing--nobody tells me anything."

       Aunt Ann shook her head. Over her square-chinned, aquiline old face a trembling passed; the spidery fingers of her hands pressed against each other and interlaced, as though she were subtly recharging her will.

       The eldest by some years of all the Forsytes, she held a peculiar position amongst them. Opportunists and egotists one and all--

       though not, indeed, more so than their neighbours--they quailed before her incorruptible figure, and, when opportunities were too

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       strong, what could they do but avoid her!

       Twisting his long, thin legs, James went on:

       "Jolyon, he will have his own way. He's got no children"--and stopped, recollecting the continued existence of old Jolyon's son, young Jolyon, June's father, who had made such a mess of it, and done for himself by deserting his wife and child and running away with that foreign governess. "Well," he resumed hastily, "if he likes to do these things, I s'pose he can afford to. Now, what's he going to give her? I s'pose he'll give her a thousand a year; he's got nobody else to leave his money to."

       He stretched out his hand to meet that of a dapper, clean-shaven man, with hardly a hair on his head, a long, broken nose, full lips, and cold grey eyes under rectangular brows.

       "Well, Nick," he muttered, "how are you?"

       Nicholas Forsyte, with his bird-like rapidity and the look of a preternaturally sage schoolboy (he had made a large fortune, quite legitimately, out of the companies of which he was a director), placed within that cold palm the tips of his still colder fingers and hastily withdrew them.

       "I'm bad," he said, pouting--"been bad all the week; don't sleep at night. The doctor can't tell why. He's a clever fellow, or I

       shouldn't have him, but I get nothing out of him but bills."

       "Doctors!" said James, coming down sharp on his words: "I've had all the doctors in London for one or another of us. There's no satisfaction to be got out of them; they'll tell you anything. There's Swithin, now. What good have they done him? There he is; he's bigger than ever; he's enormous; they can't get his weight down. Look at him!"

       Swithin Forsyte, tall, square, and broad, with a chest like a pouter pigeon's in its plumage of bright waistcoats, came strutting towards

       them.

       "Er--how are you?" he said in his dandified way, aspirating the 'h' strongly (this difficult letter was almost absolutely safe in his keeping)--"how are you?"

       Each brother wore an air of aggravation as he looked at the other two, knowing by experience that they would try to eclipse his ailments.

       "We were just saying," said James, "that you don't get any thinner."

       Swithin protruded his pale round eyes with the effort of hearing.

       "Thinner? I'm in good case," he said, leaning a little forward, "not one of your threadpapers like you!"

       But, afraid of losing the expansion of his chest, he leaned back again into a state of immobility, for he prized nothing so highly as a

       distinguished appearance.

       Aunt Ann turned her old eyes from one to the other. Indulgent and severe was her look. In turn the three brothers looked at Ann. She was getting shaky. Wonderful woman! Eighty-six if a day; might live another ten years, and had never been strong. Swithin and James, the twins, were only seventy-five, Nicholas a mere baby of seventy or so. All were strong, and the inference was comforting. Of all forms of property their respective healths naturally concerned them most.

       "I'm very well in myself," proceeded James, "but my nerves are out of order. The least thing worries me to death. I shall have to go