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THEFOR SYTE
SAGA
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JohnGalsworthy
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CONTENT SDedication
Preface
BookI—TheManofProperty
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Dedication
PartIChapterI—“AtHome”atOldJolyon’sChapterII—OldJolyonGoestotheOperaChapterIII—DinneratSwithin’sChapterIV—ProjectionoftheHouse
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ChapterV—AForsyteMénageChapterVI—JamesatLargeChapterVII—OldJolyon’sPeccadilloChapterVIII—PlansoftheHouseChapterIX—DeathofAuntAnn
PartII
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ChapterI—ProgressoftheHouseChapterII—June’sTreatChapterIII—DrivewithSwithinChapterIV—JamesGoestoSeeforHimselfChapterV—SoamesandBosinneyCorrespondChapterVI—OldJolyonattheZoo
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ChapterVII—AfternoonatTimothy’sChapterVIII—DanceatRoger’sChapterIX—EveningatRichmondChapterX—DiagnosisofaForsyteChapterXI—BosinneyonParoleChapterXII—JunePays
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SomeCallsChapterXIII—PerfectionoftheHouseChapterXIV—SoamesSitsontheStairs
PartIIIChapterI—Mrs.MacAnder’sEvidenceChapterII—NightintheParkChapterIII—Meetingatthe
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BotanicalChapterIV—VoyageintotheInfernoChapterV—TheTrialChapterVI—SoamesBreakstheNewsChapterVII—June’sVictoryChapterVIII—Bosinney’sDepartureChapterIX—Irene’sReturn
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Interlude—IndianSummerofaForsyte
DedicationChapterIChapterIIChapterIIIChapterIVChapterV
BookII—InChancery
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Dedication
PartIChapterI—AtTimothy’sChapterII—ExitaManoftheWorldChapterIII—SoamesPreparestoTakeStepsChapterIV—SohoChapterV—JamesSeesVisions
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ChapterVI—No-Longer-YoungJolyonatHomeChapterVII—TheColtandtheFillyChapterVIII—JolyonProsecutesTrusteeshipChapterIX—ValHearstheNewsChapterX—SoamesEntertainstheFutureChapterXI—AndVisitsthe
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PastChapterXII—OnForsyte’ChangeChapterXIII—JolyonFindsOutWhereHeIsChapterXIV—SoamesDiscoversWhatHeWants
PartIIChapterI—TheThirdGeneration
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ChapterII—SoamesPutsIttotheTouchChapterIII—VisittoIreneChapterIV—WhereForsytesFeartoTreadChapterV—JollySitsinJudgmentChapterVI—JolyoninTwoMindsChapterVII—DartieversusDartie
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ChapterVIII—TheChallengeChapterIX—DinneratJames’sChapterX—DeathoftheDogBalthasarChapterXI—TimothyStaystheRotChapterXII—ProgressoftheChaseChapterXIII—“HereWeAreAgain!”
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ChapterXIV—OutlandishNight
PartIIIChapterI—SoamesinParisChapterII—IntheWebChapterIII—RichmondParkChapterIV—OvertheRiverChapterV—SoamesActsChapterVI—ASummerDayChapterVII—ASummer
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NightChapterVIII—JamesinWaitingChapterIX—OutoftheWebChapterX—PassingofanAgeChapterXI—SuspendedAnimationChapterXII—BirthofaForsyteChapterXIII—JamesIsTold
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ChapterXIV—His
Interlude—Awakening
BookIII—ToLet
Dedication
PartIChapterI—EncounterChapterII—FineFleurForsyte
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ChapterIII—AtRobinHillChapterIV—TheMausoleumChapterV—TheNativeHeathChapterVI—JonChapterVII—FleurChapterVIII—IdyllonGrassChapterIX—GoyaChapterX—TrioChapterXI—DuetChapterXII—Caprice
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PartIIChapterI—MotherandSonChapterII—FathersandDaughtersChapterIII—MeetingsChapterIV—InGreenStreetChapterV—PurelyForsyteAffairsChapterVI—Soames’sPrivateLifeChapterVII—JuneTakesa
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HandChapterVIII—TheBitBetweentheTeethChapterIX—TheFatintheFireChapterX—DecisionChapterXI—TimothyProphesies
PartIIIChapterI—OldJolyonWalks
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ChapterII—ConfessionChapterIII—IreneChapterIV—SoamesCogitatesChapterV—TheFixedIdeaChapterVI—DesperateChapterVII—EmbassyChapterVIII—TheDarkTuneChapterIX—UndertheOakTree
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ChapterX—Fleur’sWeddingChapterXI—TheLastoftheOldForsytes
AbouttheAuthor
AbouttheSeries
Copyright
AboutthePublisher
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DED I CAT I ON
ToMYWIFE
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IdedicateTheForsyteSagainitsentirety,believingittobeofallmyworktheleastunworthyofonewithoutwhoseencouragement,sympathyandcriticismIcouldneverhavebecomeevensuchawriterasIam.
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P R E FACE
TheForsyteSagawasthetitleoriginallydestinedforthatpartofitwhichiscalled“TheManofProperty”;and
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toadoptitforthecollectedchroniclesoftheForsytefamilyhasindulgedtheForsyteantenacitythatisinallofus.Thewordsagamightbeobjectedtoonthegroundthatitconnotestheheroicandthatthereislittleheroisminthesepages.Butitisusedwithasuitableirony;and,afterall,thislongtale,
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thoughitmaydealwithfolkinfrockcoats,furbelows,andagilt-edgedperiod,isnotdevoidoftheessentialheatofconflict.Discountingforthegiganticstatureandblood-thirstinessofolddays,astheyhavecomedowntousinfairytaleandlegend,thefolkoftheoldSagaswereForsytes,assuredly,intheir
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possessiveinstincts,andaslittleproofagainsttheinroadsofbeautyandpassionasSwithin,Soames,orevenYoungJolyon.Andifheroicfigures,indaysthatneverwere,seemtostartleoutfromtheirsurroundingsinfashionunbecomingtoaForsyteoftheVictorianera,wemaybesurethattribalinstinctwas
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eventhentheprimeforce,andthat“family”andthesenseofhomeandpropertycountedastheydotothisday,foralltherecenteffortsto“talkthemout.”
SomanypeoplehavewrittenandclaimedthattheirfamiliesweretheoriginalsoftheForsytesthatonehasbeenalmostencouragedtobelieve
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inthetypicalityofanimaginedspecies.Mannerschangeandmodesevolve,and“Timothy’sontheBayswaterRoad”becomesanestoftheunbelievableinallexceptessentials;weshallnotlookuponitslikeagain,norperhapsonsuchaoneasJamesorOldJolyon.Andyetthefiguresofinsurance
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societiesandtheutterancesofjudgesreassureusdailythatourearthlyparadiseisstillarichpreserve,wherethewildraiders,beautyandpassion,comestealingin,filchingsecurityfrombeneathournoses.Assurelyasadogwillbarkatabrassband,sowilltheessentialSoamesinhumannatureeverriseup
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uneasilyagainstthedissolutionwhichhoversroundthefoldsofownership.
“Letthedeadpastburyitsdead”wouldbeabettersayingifthepasteverdied.Thepersistenceofthepastisoneofthosetragi-comicblessingswhicheachnewagedenies,comingcocksureontothestagetomouthitsclaim
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toaperfectnovelty.Butnoageissonewas
that!Humannature,underitschangingpretensionsandclothes,isandeverwillbeverymuchofaForsyte,andmight,afterall,beamuchworseanimal.
LookingbackontheVictorianera,whoseripeness,decline,and“fall-of”isin
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somesortpicturedinTheForsyteSaga,weseenowthatwehavebutjumpedoutofafryingpanintoafire.ItwouldbedifficulttosubstantiateaclaimthatthecaseofEnglandwasbetterin1913thanitwasin1886,whentheForsytesassembledatOldJolyon’stocelebratetheengagementofJuneto
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PhilipBosinney.Andin1920,whenagaintheclangatheredtoblessthemarriageofFleurwithMichaelMont,thestateofEnglandisassurelytoomoltenandbankruptasintheeightiesitwastoocongealedandlow-percented.Ifthesechronicleshadbeenareallyscientificstudyoftransitiononewould
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havedweltprobablyonsuchfactorsastheinventionofbicycle,motorcar,andflying-machine;thearrivalofacheappress;thedeclineofcountrylifeandincreaseofthetowns;thebirthofthecinema.Menare,infact,quiteunabletocontroltheirowninventions;theyatbestdevelopadaptabilitytothe
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newconditionsthoseinventionscreate.
Butthislongtaleisnoscientificstudyofaperiod;itisratheranintimateincarnationofthedisturbancethatbeautyeffectsinthelivesofmen.
ThefigureofIrene,never,asthereadermaypossiblyhaveobserved,present,
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exceptthroughthesensesofothercharacters,isaconcretionofdisturbingbeautyimpingingonapossessiveworld.
Onehasnoticedthatreaders,astheywadeonthroughthesaltwatersofthesaga,areinclinedmoreandmoretopitySoames,andtothinkthatindoingsotheyare
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inrevoltagainstthemoodofhiscreator.Farfromit!He,too,pitiesSoames,thetragedyofwhoselifeistheverysimple,uncontrollabletragedyofbeingunlovable,withoutquiteathickenoughskintobethoroughlyunconsciousofthefact.NotevenFleurlovesSoamesashefeelsheoughttobeloved.
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ButinpityingSoames,readersincline,perhaps,toanimusagainstIrene:Afterall,theythink,hewasn’tabadfellow,itwasn’thisfault;sheoughttohaveforgivenhim,andsoon!
And,takingsides,theyloseperceptionofthesimpletruth,whichunderliesthewholestory,thatwheresex
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attractionisutterlyanddefinitelylackinginonepartnertoaunion,noamountofpity,orreason,orduty,orwhatnot,canovercomearepulsionimplicitinnature.Whetheritoughtto,orno,isbesidethepoint;becauseinfactitneverdoes.AndwhereIreneseemshardandcruel,asintheBoisdeBoulogne,or
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theGoupenorGallery,sheisbutwiselyrealistic—knowingthattheleastconcessionistheinchwhichprecedestheimpossible,therepulsiveell.
AcriticismonemightpassonthelastphaseofthesagaisthecomplaintthatIreneandJolyon—thoserebelsagainstproperty—claimspiritualpropertyin
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theirsonJon.Butitwouldbehypercriticism,asthetaleistold.NofatherandmothercouldhavelettheboymarryFleurwithoutknowledgeofthefacts;andthefactsdetermineJon,notthepersuasionofhisparents.Moreover,Jolyon’spersuasionisnotonhisownaccount,butonIrene’s,and
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Irene’spersuasionbecomesareiterated:“Don’tthinkofme,thinkofyourself!”ThatJon,knowingthefacts,canrealisehismother’sfeelings,willhardlywithjusticebeheldproofthatsheis,afterall,aForsyte.
Butthoughtheimpingementofbeautyandtheclaimsoffreedomona
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possessiveworldarethemainprepossessionsofTheForsyteSaga,itcannotbeabsolvedfromthechargeofembalmingtheupper-middleclass.AstheoldEgyptiansplacedaroundtheirmummiesthenecessariesofafutureexistence,soIhaveendeavouredtolaybesidethefiguresofAuntsAnnand
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JuleyandHester,ofTimothyandSwithin,ofOldJolyonandJames,andoftheirsons,thatwhichshallguaranteethemalittlelifehere-after,alittlebalminthehurriedGileadofadissolving“Progress.”
Iftheupper-middleclass,withotherclasses,isdestinedto“moveon”into
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amorphism,here,pickledinthesepages,itliesunderglassforstrollersinthewideandill-arrangedmuseumofletters.Hereitrests,preservedinitsownjuice:TheSenseofProperty.
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BOOK I
TheManofProperty
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DED I CAT I ON
ToEdwardGarnett
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PART I
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CHAP T ERI
“AtHome”atOldJolyon’s
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ThoseprivilegedtobepresentatafamilyfestivaloftheForsyteshaveseenthatcharmingandinstructivesight—anuppermiddle-classfamilyinfullplumage.Butwhosoeverofthesefavouredpersonshaspossessedthegiftofpsychologicalanalysis(atalentwithoutmonetaryvalueandproperlyignoredbythe
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Forsytes),haswitnessedaspectacle,notonlydelightfulinitself,butillustrativeofanobscurehumanproblem.Inplainerwords,hehasgleanedfromagatheringofthisfamily—nobranchofwhichhadalikingfortheother,betweennothreemembersofwhomexistedanythingworthyofthenameof
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sympathy—evidenceofthatmysteriousconcretetenacitywhichrendersafamilysoformidableaunitofsociety,soclearareproductionofsocietyinminiature.Hehasbeenadmittedtoavisionofthedimroadsofsocialprogress,hasunderstoodsomethingofpatriarchallife,oftheswarmingsofsavage
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hordes,oftheriseandfallofnations.Heislikeonewho,havingwatchedatreegrowfromitsplanting—aparagonoftenacity,insulation,andsuccess,amidstthedeathsofahundredotherplantslessfibrous,sappy,andpersistent—onedaywillseeitflourishingwithbland,fullfoliage,inanalmost
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repugnantprosperity,atthesummitofitsefflorescence.
OnJune15,1886,aboutfouroftheafternoon,theobserverwhochancedtobepresentatthehouseofoldJolyonForsyteinStanhopeGate,mighthaveseenthehighestefflorescenceoftheForsytes.
Thiswastheoccasionof
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an“athome”tocelebratetheengagementofMissJuneForsyte,oldJolyon’sgranddaughter,toMr.PhilipBosinney.Inthebraveryoflightgloves,buffwaistcoats,feathersandfrocks,thefamilywerepresent,evenAuntAnn,whonowbutseldomleftthecornerofherbrotherTimothy’sgreen
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drawingroom,where,undertheaegisofaplumeofdyedpampasgrassinalightbluevase,shesatalldayreadingandknitting,surroundedbytheeffigiesofthreegenerationsofForsytes.EvenAuntAnnwasthere;herinflexibleback,andthedignityofhercalmoldfacepersonifyingtherigid
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possessivenessofthefamilyidea.
WhenaForsytewasengaged,married,orborn,theForsyteswerepresent;whenaForsytedied—butnoForsytehadasyetdied;theydidnotdie;deathbeingcontrarytotheirprinciples,theytookprecautionsagainstit,theinstinctiveprecautions
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ofhighlyvitalizedpersonswhoresentencroachmentsontheirproperty.
AbouttheForsytesminglingthatdaywiththecrowdofotherguests,therewasamorethanordinarilygroomedlook,analert,inquisitiveassurance,abrilliantrespectability,asthoughtheywereattiredin
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defianceofsomething.ThehabitualsniffonthefaceofSoamesForsytehadspreadthroughtheirranks;theywereontheirguard.
ThesubconsciousoffensivenessoftheirattitudehasconstitutedoldJolyon’shomethepsychologicalmomentofthefamilyhistory,madeitthepreludeoftheir
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drama.TheForsyteswere
resentfulofsomething,notindividually,butasafamily;thisresentmentexpresseditselfinanaddedperfectionofraiment,anexuberanceoffamilycordiality,anexaggerationoffamilyimportance,and—thesniff.Danger—soindispensablein
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bringingoutthefundamentalqualityofanysociety,group,orindividual—waswhattheForsytesscented;thepremonitionofdangerputaburnishontheirarmour.Forthefirsttime,asafamily,theyappearedtohaveaninstinctofbeingincontact,withsomestrangeandunsafething.
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Overagainstthepianoamanofbulkandstaturewaswearingtwowaistcoatsonhiswidechest,twowaistcoatsandarubypin,insteadofthesinglesatinwaistcoatanddiamondpinofmoreusualoccasions,andhisshaven,square,oldface,thecolourofpaleleather,withpaleeyes,haditsmostdignifiedlook,
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abovehissatinstock.ThiswasSwithinForsyte.Closetothewindow,wherehecouldgetmorethanhisfairshareoffreshair,theothertwin,James—thefatandtheleanofit,oldJolyoncalledthesebrothers—likethebulkySwithin,oversixfeetinheight,butverylean,asthoughdestinedfromhis
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birthtostrikeabalanceandmaintainanaverage,broodedoverthescenewithhispermanentstoop;hisgreyeyeshadanairoffixedabsorptioninsomesecretworry,brokenatintervalsbyarapid,shiftingscrutinyofsurroundingfacts;hischeeks,thinnedbytwoparallelfolds,andalong,clean-shaven
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upperlip,wereframedwithinDundrearywhiskers.Inhishandsheturnedandturnedapieceofchina.Notfaroff,listeningtoaladyinbrown,hisonlysonSoames,paleandwell-shaved,dark-haired,ratherbald,hadpokedhischinupsideways,carryinghisnosewiththataforesaidappearanceof“sniff,”as
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thoughdespisinganeggwhichheknewhecouldnotdigest.Behindhimhiscousin,thetallGeorge,sonofthefifthForsyte,Roger,hadaQuilpishlookonhisfleshyface,ponderingoneofhissardonicjests.Somethinginherenttotheoccasionhadaffectedthemall.
Seatedinarowcloseto
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oneanotherwerethreeladies—AuntsAnn,Hester(thetwoForsytemaids),andJuley(shortforJulia),whonotinfirstyouthhadsofarforgottenherselfastomarrySeptimusSmall,amanofpoorconstitution.Shehadsurvivedhimformanyyears.Withherelderandyoungersistershelivednowinthe
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houseofTimothy,hersixthandyoungestbrother,ontheBayswaterRoad.Eachoftheseladiesheldfansintheirhands,andeachwithsometouchofcolour,someemphaticfeatherorbrooch,testifiedtothesolemnityoftheopportunity.
Inthecentreoftheroom,underthechandelier,as
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becameahost,stoodtheheadofthefamily,oldJolyonhimself.Eightyyearsofage,withhisfine,whitehair,hisdome-likeforehead,hislittle,darkgreyeyes,andanimmensewhitemoustache,whichdroopedandspreadbelowthelevelofhisstrongjaw,hehadapatriarchallook,andinspiteofleancheeks
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andhollowsathistemples,seemedmasterofperennialyouth.Heheldhimselfextremelyupright,andhisshrewd,steadyeyeshadlostnoneoftheirclearshining.Thushegaveanimpressionofsuperioritytothedoubtsanddislikesofsmallermen.Havinghadhisownwayforinnumerableyears,hehad
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earnedaprescriptiverighttoit.ItwouldneverhaveoccurredtooldJolyonthatitwasnecessarytowearalookofdoubtorofdefiance.
Betweenhimandthefourotherbrotherswhowerepresent,James,Swithin,Nicholas,andRoger,therewasmuchdifference,muchsimilarity.Inturn,eachof
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thesefourbrotherswasverydifferentfromtheother,yetthey,too,werealike.
Throughthevaryingfeaturesandexpressionofthosefivefacescouldbemarkedacertainsteadfastnessofchin,underlyingsurfacedistinctions,markingaracialstamp,tooprehistoricto
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trace,tooremoteandpermanenttodiscuss—theveryhallmarkandguaranteeofthefamilyfortunes.
Amongtheyoungergeneration,inthetall,bull-likeGeorge,inpallidstrenuousArchibald,inyoungNicholaswithhissweetandtentativeobstinacy,inthegraveandfoppishly
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determinedEustace,therewasthissamestamp—lessmeaningfulperhaps,butunmistakable—asignofsomethingineradicableinthefamilysoul.Atonetimeoranotherduringtheafternoon,allthesefaces,sodissimilarandsoalike,hadwornanexpressionofdistrust,theobjectofwhichwas
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undoubtedlythemanwhoseacquaintancetheywerethusassembledtomake.PhilipBosinneywasknowntobeayoungmanwithoutfortune,butForsytegirlshadbecomeengagedtosuchbefore,andhadactuallymarriedthem.Itwasnotaltogetherforthisreason,therefore,thatthemindsoftheForsytes
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misgavethem.Theycouldnothaveexplainedtheoriginofamisgivingobscuredbythemistoffamilygossip.AstorywasundoubtedlytoldthathehadpaidhisdutycalltoAuntsAnn,Juley,andHester,inasoftgreyhat—asoftgreyhat,notevenanewone—adustythingwithashapelesscrown.“So,
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extraordinary,mydear—soodd,”AuntHester,passingthroughthelittle,darkhall(shewasrathershort-sighted),hadtriedto“shoo”itoffachair,takingitforastrange,disreputablecat—Tommyhadsuchdisgracefulfriends!Shewasdisturbedwhenitdidnotmove.
Likeanartistforever
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seekingtodiscoverthesignificanttriflewhichembodiesthewholecharacterofascene,orplace,orperson,sothoseunconsciousartists—theForsyteshadfastenedbyintuitiononthishat;itwastheirsignificanttrifle,thedetailinwhichwasembeddedthemeaningofthewholematter;foreachhad
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askedhimself:“Come,now,shouldIhavepaidthatvisitinthathat?”andeachhadanswered“No!”andsome,withmoreimaginationthanothers,hadadded:“Itwouldneverhavecomeintomyhead!”
George,onhearingthestory,grinned.Thehathadobviouslybeenwornasa
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practicaljoke!Hehimselfwasaconnoisseurofsuch.“Veryhaughty!”hesaid,“thewildbuccaneer.”
Andthismot,the“buccaneer,”wasbandiedfrommouthtomouth,tillitbecamethefavouritemodeofalludingtoBosinney.
HerauntsreproachedJuneafterwardsaboutthehat.
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“Wedon’tthinkyououghttolethim,dear!”theyhadsaid.
Junehadansweredinherimperiousbriskway,likethelittleembodimentofwillshewas:“Oh!whatdoesitmatter?Philneverknowswhathe’sgoton!”
Noonehadcreditedananswersooutrageous.Aman
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nottoknowwhathehadon?No,no!Whatindeedwasthisyoungman,who,inbecomingengagedtoJune,oldJolyon’sacknowledgedheiress,haddonesowellforhimself?Hewasanarchitect,notinitselfasufficientreasonforwearingsuchahat.NoneoftheForsyteshappenedtobearchitects,but
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oneofthemknewtwoarchitectswhowouldneverhavewornsuchahatuponacallofceremonyintheLondonseason.
Dangerous—ah,dangerous!June,ofcourse,hadnotseenthis,but,thoughnotyetnineteen,shewasnotorious.HadshenotsaidtoMrs.Soames—whowas
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alwayssobeautifullydressed—thatfeatherswerevulgar?Mrs.Soameshadactuallygivenupwearingfeathers,sodreadfullydownrightwasdearJune!
Thesemisgivings,thisdisapproval,andperfectlygenuinedistrust,didnotpreventtheForsytesfromgatheringtooldJolyon’s
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invitation.An“AtHome”atStanhopeGatewasagreatrarity;nonehadbeenheldfortwelveyears,notindeed,sinceoldMrs.Jolyonhaddied.
Neverhadtherebeensofullanassembly,for,mysteriouslyunitedinspiteofalltheirdifferences,theyhadtakenarmsagainsta
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commonperil.Likecattlewhenadogcomesintothefield,theystoodheadtoheadandshouldertoshoulder,preparedtorunuponandtrampletheinvadertodeath.Theyhadcome,too,nodoubt,togetsomenotionofwhatsortofpresentstheywouldultimatelybeexpectedtogive;forthoughthe
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questionofweddinggiftswasusuallygraduatedinthisway:“Whatareyougivin’?Nicholasisgivin’spoons!”—soverymuchdependedonthebridegroom.Ifheweresleek,well-brushed,prosperous-looking,itwasmorenecessarytogivehimnicethings;hewouldexpectthem.Intheendeachgave
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exactlywhatwasrightandproper,byaspeciesoffamilyadjustmentarrivedataspricesarearrivedatonthestockexchange—theexactnicetiesbeingregulatedatTimothy’scommodious,red-brickresidenceinBayswater,overlookingthepark,wheredweltAuntsAnn,Juley,andHester.
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TheuneasinessoftheForsytefamilyhasbeenjustifiedbythesimplementionofthehat.Howimpossibleandwrongwouldithavebeenforanyfamily,withtheregardforappearanceswhichshouldevercharacterizethegreatuppermiddle-class,tofeelotherwisethanuneasy!
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TheauthoroftheuneasinessstoodtalkingtoJunebythefurtherdoor;hiscurlyhairhadarumpledappearance,asthoughhefoundwhatwasgoingonaroundhimunusual.Hehadanair,too,ofhavingajokealltohimself.George,speakingasidetohisbrother,Eustace,said:
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“Looksasifhemightmakeaboltofit—thedashingBuccaneer!”
This“verysingular-lookingman,”asMrs.Smallafterwardscalledhim,wasofmediumheightandstrongbuild,withapale,brownface,adust-colouredmoustache,veryprominentcheekbones,andhollow
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checks.Hisforeheadslopedbacktowardsthecrownofhishead,andbulgedoutinbumpsovertheeyes,likeforeheadsseeninthelionhouseatthezoo.Hehadsherry-colouredeyes,disconcertinglyinattentiveattimes.OldJolyon’scoachman,afterdrivingJuneandBosinneytothetheatre,
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hadremarkedtothebutler:“Idunnowhattomakeof
’im.Lookstomeforalltheworldlikean’alf-tameleopard.”AndeverynowandthenaForsytewouldcomeup,sidleround,andtakealookathim.
Junestoodinfront,fendingoffthisidlecuriosity—alittlebitofathing,as
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somebodyoncesaid,“allhairandspirit,”withfearlessblueeyes,afirmjaw,andabrightcolour,whosefaceandbodyseemedtooslenderforhercrownofred-goldhair.
Atallwoman,withabeautifulfigure,whichsomememberofthefamilyhadoncecomparedtoaheathengoddess,stoodlookingat
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thesetwowithashadowysmile.
Herhands,glovedinFrenchgrey,werecrossedoneovertheother,hergrave,charmingfaceheldtooneside,andtheeyesofallmennearwerefastenedonit.Herfigureswayed,sobalancedthattheveryairseemedtosetitmoving.Therewaswarmth,
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butlittlecolour,inhercheeks;herlarge,darkeyesweresoft.
Butitwasatherlips—askingaquestion,givingananswer,withthatshadowysmile—thatmenlooked;theyweresensitivelips,sensuousandsweet,andthroughthemseemedtocomewarmthandperfumelikethewarmthand
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perfumeofaflower.Theengagedcouplethus
scrutinizedwereunconsciousofthispassivegoddess.ItwasBosinneywhofirstnoticedher,andaskedhername.
Junetookherloveruptothewomanwiththebeautifulfigure.
“Ireneismygreatest
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chum,”shesaid:“Pleasebegoodfriends,youtwo!”
Atthelittlelady’scommandtheyallthreesmiled;andwhiletheyweresmiling,SoamesForsyte,silentlyappearingfrombehindthewomanwiththebeautifulfigure,whowashiswife,said:
“Ah!introducemetoo!”
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Hewasseldom,indeed,farfromIrene’ssideatpublicfunctions,andevenwhenseparatedbytheexigenciesofsocialintercourse,couldbeseenfollowingheraboutwithhiseyes,inwhichwerestrangeexpressionsofwatchfulnessandlonging.
Atthewindowhisfather,James,wasstillscrutinizing
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themarksonthepieceofchina.
“IwonderatJolyon’sallowingthisengagement,”hesaidtoAuntAnn.“Theytellmethere’snochanceoftheirgettingmarriedforyears.ThisyoungBosinney”(hemadethewordadactylinoppositiontogeneralusageofashorto)“hasgotnothing.
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WhenWinifredmarriedDartie,Imadehimbringeverypennyintosettlement—luckything,too—they’dha’hadnothingbythistime!”
AuntAnnlookedupfromhervelvetchair.Greycurlsbandedherforehead,curlsthat,unchangedfordecades,hadextinguishedinthefamilyallsenseoftime.She
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madenoreply,forsherarelyspoke,husbandingheragedvoice;buttoJames,uneasyofconscience,herlookwasasgoodasananswer.
“Well,”hesaid,“Icouldn’thelpIrene’shavingnomoney.Soameswasinsuchahurry;hegotquitethindancingattendanceonher.”
Puttingthebowlpettishly
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downonthepiano,helethiseyeswandertothegroupbythedoor.
“It’smyopinion,”hesaidunexpectedly,“thatit’sjustaswellasitis.”
AuntAnndidnotaskhimtoexplainthisstrangeutterance.Sheknewwhathewasthinking.IfIrenehadnomoneyshewouldnotbeso
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foolishastodoanythingwrong;fortheysaid—theysaid—shehadbeenaskingforaseparateroom;but,ofcourse,Soameshadnot....
Jamesinterruptedherreverie:
“Butwhere,”heasked,“wasTimothy?Hadn’thecomewiththem?”
ThroughAuntAnn’s
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compressedlipsatendersmileforceditsway:
“No,hedidn’tthinkitwise,withsomuchofthisdiphtheriaabout;andhesoliabletotakethings.”
Jamesanswered:“Well,hetakesgoodcare
ofhimself.Ican’taffordtotakethecareofmyselfthathedoes.”
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Norwasiteasytosaywhich,ofadmiration,envy,orcontempt,wasdominantinthatremark.
Timothy,indeed,wasseldomseen.Thebabyofthefamily,apublisherbyprofession,hehadsomeyearsbefore,whenbusinesswasatfulltide,scentedoutthestagnationwhich,indeed,had
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notyetcome,butwhichultimately,asallagreed,wasboundtosetin,and,sellinghisshareinafirmengagedmainlyintheproductionofreligiousbooks,hadinvestedthequiteconspicuousproceedsinthreepercentconsols.Bythisacthehadatonceassumedanisolatedposition,nootherForsyte
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beingcontentwithlessthanfourpercentforhismoney;andthisisolationhadslowlyandsurelyunderminedaspiritperhapsbetterthancommonlyendowedwithcaution.Hehadbecomealmostamyth—akindofincarnationofsecurityhauntingthebackgroundoftheForsyteuniverse.Hehad
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nevercommittedtheimprudenceofmarrying,orencumberinghimselfinanywaywithchildren.
Jamesresumed,tappingthepieceofchina:
“Thisisn’trealoldWorcester.Is’poseJolyon’stoldyousomethingabouttheyoungman.FromallIcanlearn,he’sgotnobusiness,no
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income,andnoconnectionworthspeakingof;butthen,Iknownothing—nobodytellsmeanything.”
AuntAnnshookherhead.Overhersquare-chinned,aquilineoldfaceatremblingpassed;thespideryfingersofherhandspressedagainsteachotherandinterlaced,asthoughsheweresubtly
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rechargingherwill.Theeldestbysomeyears
ofalltheForsytes,sheheldapeculiarpositionamongstthem.Opportunistsandegotistsoneandall—thoughnot,indeed,moresothantheirneighbours—theyquailedbeforeherincorruptiblefigure,and,whenopportunitiesweretoo
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strong,whatcouldtheydobutavoidher!
Twistinghislong,thinlegs,Jameswenton:
“Jolyon,hewillhavehisownway.He’sgotnochildren”—andstopped,recollectingthecontinuedexistenceofoldJolyon’sson,youngJolyon,June’sfather,whohadmadesuchamessof
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it,anddoneforhimselfbydesertinghiswifeandchildandrunningawaywiththatforeigngoverness.“Well,”heresumedhastily,“ifhelikestodothesethings,Is’posehecanaffordto.Now,what’shegoingtogiveher?Is’posehe’llgiveherathousandayear;he’sgotnobodyelsetoleavehismoneyto.”
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Hestretchedouthishandtomeetthatofadapper,clean-shavenman,withhardlyahaironhishead,along,brokennose,fulllips,andcoldgreyeyesunderrectangularbrows.
“Well,Nick,”hemuttered,“howareyou?”
NicholasForsyte,withhisbirdlikerapidityandthelook
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ofapreternaturallysageschoolboy(hehadmadealargefortune,quitelegitimately,outofthecompaniesofwhichhewasadirector),placedwithinthatcoldpalmthetipsofhisstillcolderfingersandhastilywithdrewthem.
“I’mbad,”hesaid,pouting—“beenbadallthe
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week;don’tsleepatnight.Thedoctorcan’ttellwhy.He’sacleverfellow,orIshouldn’thavehim,butIgetnothingoutofhimbutbills.”
“Doctors!”saidJames,comingdownsharponhiswords:“I’vehadallthedoctorsinLondonforoneoranotherofus.There’snosatisfactiontobegotoutof
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them;they’lltellyouanything.There’sSwithin,now.Whatgoodhavetheydonehim?Thereheis;he’sbiggerthanever;he’senormous;theycan’tgethisweightdown.Lookathim!”
SwithinForsyte,tall,square,andbroad,withachestlikeapouterpigeon’sinitsplumageofbright
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waistcoats,camestruttingtowardsthem.
“Er—howareyou?”hesaidinhisdandifiedway,aspiratingthe“h”strongly(thisdifficultletterwasalmostabsolutelysafeinhiskeeping)—“howareyou?”
Eachbrotherworeanairofaggravationashelookedattheothertwo,knowingby
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experiencethattheywouldtrytoeclipsehisailments.
“Wewerejustsaying,”saidJames,“thatyoudon’tgetanythinner.”
Swithinprotrudedhispaleroundeyeswiththeeffortofhearing.
“Thinner?I’mingoodcase,”hesaid,leaningalittleforward,“notoneofyour
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thread-paperslikeyou!”But,afraidoflosingthe
expansionofhischest,heleanedbackagainintoastateofimmobility,forheprizednothingsohighlyasadistinguishedappearance.
AuntAnnturnedheroldeyesfromonetotheother.Indulgentandseverewasherlook.Inturnthethree
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brotherslookedatAnn.Shewasgettingshaky.Wonderfulwoman!Eighty-sixifaday;mightliveanothertenyears,andhadneverbeenstrong.SwithinandJames,thetwins,wereonlyseventy-five,Nicholasamerebabyofseventyorso.Allwerestrong,andtheinferencewascomforting.Ofallformsof
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propertytheirrespectivehealthsnaturallyconcernedthemmost.
“I’mverywellinmyself,”proceededJames,“butmynervesareoutoforder.Theleastthingworriesmetodeath.IshallhavetogotoBath.”
“Bath!”saidNicholas.“I’vetriedHarrogate.That’s
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nogood.WhatIwantisseaair.There’snothinglikeYarmouth.Now,whenIgothereIsleep....”
“Myliver’sverybad,”interruptedSwithinslowly.“Dreadfulpainhere;”andheplacedhishandonhisrightside.
“Wantofexercise,”mutteredJames,hiseyeson
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thechina.Hequicklyadded:“Igetapainthere,too.”
Swithinreddened,aresemblancetoaturkey-cockcominguponhisoldface.
“Exercise!”hesaid.“Itakeplenty:Ineverusetheliftattheclub.”
“Ididn’tknow,”Jameshurriedout.“Iknownothingaboutanybody;nobodytells
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meanything....”Swithinfixedhimwitha
stare:“Whatdoyoudofora
painthere?”Jamesbrightened.“Itakeacompound....”“Howareyou,uncle?”Junestoodbeforehim,
herresolutesmallfaceraisedfromherlittleheighttohis
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greatheight,andherhandout-held.
ThebrightnessfadedfromJames’svisage.
“Howareyou?”hesaid,broodingoverher.“Soyou’regoingtoWalestomorrowtovisityouryoungman’saunts?You’llhavealotofrainthere.Thisisn’trealoldWorcester.”Hetappedthe
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bowl.“Now,thatsetIgaveyourmotherwhenshemarriedwasthegenuinething.”
Juneshookhandsonebyonewithherthreegreat-uncles,andturnedtoAuntAnn.Averysweetlookhadcomeintotheoldlady’sface,shekissedthegirl’scheekwithtremblingfervour.
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“Well,mydear,”shesaid,“andsoyou’regoingforawholemonth!”
Thegirlpassedon,andAuntAnnlookedafterherslimlittlefigure.Theoldlady’sround,steelgreyeyes,overwhichafilmlikeabird’swasbeginningtocome,followedherwistfullyamongstthebustlingcrowd,
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forpeoplewerebeginningtosaygoodbye;andherfingertips,pressingandpressingagainsteachother,werebusyagainwiththerechargingofherwillagainstthatinevitableultimatedepartureofherown.
“Yes,”shethought,“everybody’sbeenmostkind;quitealotofpeoplecometo
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congratulateher.Sheoughttobeveryhappy.”Amongstthethrongofpeoplebythedoor,thewell-dressedthrongdrawnfromthefamiliesoflawyersanddoctors,fromthestockexchange,andalltheinnumerableavocationsoftheupper-middleclass—therewereonlysometwentypercentofForsytes;butto
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AuntAnntheyseemedallForsytes—andcertainlytherewasnotmuchdifference—shesawonlyherownfleshandblood.Itwasherworld,thisfamily,andsheknewnoother,hadneverperhapsknownanyother.Alltheirlittlesecrets,illnesses,engagements,andmarriages,howtheyweregettingon,
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andwhethertheyweremakingmoney—allthiswasherproperty,herdelight,herlife;beyondthisonlyavague,shadowymistoffactsandpersonsofnorealsignificance.Thisitwasthatshewouldhavetolaydownwhenitcametoherturntodie;thiswhichgavetoherthatimportance,thatsecret
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self-importance,withoutwhichnoneofuscanbeartolive;andtothissheclungwistfully,withagreedthatgreweachday!Iflifewereslippingawayfromher,thisshewouldretaintotheend.
ShethoughtofJune’sfather,youngJolyon,whohadrunawaywiththatforeigngirl.Andwhatasad
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blowtohisfatherandtothemall.Suchapromisingyoungfellow!Asadblow,thoughtherehadbeennopublicscandal,mostfortunately,Jo’swifeseekingfornodivorce!Alongtimeago!AndwhenJune’smotherdied,sixyearsago,Johadmarriedthatwoman,andtheyhadtwochildrennow,soshe
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hadheard.Still,hehadforfeitedhisrighttobethere,hadcheatedherofthecompletefulfilmentofherfamilypride,deprivedheroftherightfulpleasureofseeingandkissinghimofwhomshehadbeensoproud,suchapromisingyoungfellow!Thethoughtrankledwiththebitternessofalong-inflicted
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injuryinhertenaciousoldheart.Alittlewaterstoodinhereyes.Withahandkerchiefofthefinestlawnshewipedthemstealthily.
“Well,AuntAnn?”saidavoicebehind.
SoamesForsyte,flat-shouldered,clean-shaven,flat-cheeked,flat-waisted,yetwithsomethingroundand
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secretabouthiswholeappearance,lookeddownwardsandaslantatAuntAnn,asthoughtryingtoseethroughthesideofhisownnose.
“Andwhatdoyouthinkoftheengagement?”heasked.
AuntAnn’seyesrestedonhimproudly;ofallthe
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nephewssinceyoungJolyon’sdeparturefromthefamilynest,hewasnowherfavourite,forsherecognisedinhimasuretrusteeofthefamilysoulthatmustsosoonslipbeyondherkeeping.
“Verynicefortheyoungman,”shesaid;“andhe’sagood-lookingyoungfellow;butIdoubtifhe’squitethe
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rightloverfordearJune.”Soamestouchedtheedge
ofagold-lacqueredlustre.“She’lltamehim,”he
said,stealthilywettinghisfingerandrubbingitontheknobbybulbs.“That’sgenuineoldlacquer;youcan’tgetitnowadays.It’ddowellinasaleatJobson’s.”Hespokewithrelish,asthough
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hefeltthathewascheeringuphisoldaunt.Itwasseldomhewassoconfidential.“Iwouldn’tmindhavingitmyself,”headded;“youcanalwaysgetyourpriceforoldlacquer.”
“You’resocleverwithallthosethings,”saidAuntAnn.“AndhowisdearIrene?”
Soames’ssmiledied.
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“Prettywell,”hesaid.“Complainsshecan’tsleep;shesleepsagreatdealbetterthanIdo,”andhelookedathiswife,whowastalkingtoBosinneybythedoor.
AuntAnnsighed.“Perhaps,”shesaid,“it
willbejustaswellforhernottoseesomuchofJune.She’ssuchadecidedcharacter,dear
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June!”Soamesflushed;his
flushespassedrapidlyoverhisflatcheeksandcenteredbetweenhiseyes,wheretheyremained,thestampofdisturbingthoughts.
“Idon’tknowwhatsheseesinthatlittleflibbertigibbet,”heburstout,butnoticingthattheywereno
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longeralone,heturnedandagainbeganexaminingthelustre.
“TheytellmeJolyon’sboughtanotherhouse,”saidhisfather’svoicecloseby;“hemusthavealotofmoney—hemusthavemoremoneythanheknowswhattodowith!MontpellierSquare,theysay;closetoSoames!
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Theynevertoldme,Irenenevertellsmeanything!”
“Capitalposition,nottwominutesfromme,”saidthevoiceofSwithin,“andfrommyroomsIcandrivetotheclubineight.”
ThepositionoftheirhouseswasofvitalimportancetotheForsytes,norwasthisremarkable,
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sincethewholespiritoftheirsuccesswasembodiedtherein.
Theirfather,offarmingstock,hadcomefromDorsetshirenearthebeginningofthecentury.
“SuperiorDossetForsyte,”ashewascalledbyhisintimates,hadbeenastonemasonbytrade,and
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risentothepositionofamaster-builder.
TowardstheendofhislifehemovedtoLondon,where,buildingonuntilhedied,hewasburiedatHighgate.Heleftoverthirtythousandpoundsbetweenhistenchildren.OldJolyonalludedtohim,ifatall,as“Ahard,thicksortofman;not
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muchrefinementabouthim.”ThesecondgenerationofForsytesfeltindeedthathewasnotgreatlytotheircredit.TheonlyaristocratictraittheycouldfindinhischaracterwasahabitofdrinkingMadeira.
AuntHester,anauthorityonfamilyhistory,describedhimthus:
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“Idon’trecollectthatheeverdidanything;atleast,notinmytime.Hewaser—anownerofhouses,mydear.HishairaboutyourUncleSwithin’scolour;ratherasquarebuild.Tall?No—notverytall”(hehadbeenfivefeetfive,withamottledface);“afresh-colouredman.Irememberheusedtodrink
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Madeira;butaskyourAuntAnn.Whatwashisfather?He—er—hadtodowiththelanddowninDorsetshire,bythesea.”
Jamesoncewentdowntoseeforhimselfwhatsortofplacethiswasthattheyhadcomefrom.Hefoundtwooldfarms,withacarttrackruttedintothepinkearth,leading
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downtoamillbythebeach;alittlegreychurchwithabuttressedouterwall,andasmallerandgreyerchapel.Thestreamwhichworkedthemillcamebubblingdowninadozenrivulets,andpigswerehuntingroundthatestuary.Ahazehoveredovertheprospect.Downthishollow,withtheirfeetdeepinthe
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mudandtheirfacestowardsthesea,itappearedthattheprimevalForsyteshadbeencontenttowalkSundayafterSundayforhundredsofyears.
WhetherornoJameshadcherishedhopesofaninheritance,orofsomethingratherdistinguishedtobefounddownthere,hecamebacktotowninapoorway,
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andwentaboutwithapatheticattemptatmakingthebestofabadjob.
“There’sverylittletobehadoutofthat,”hesaid;“regularcountrylittleplace,oldasthehills....”
Itsagewasfelttobeacomfort.OldJolyon,inwhomadesperatehonestywelledupattimes,would
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alludetohisancestorsas:“Yeomen—Isupposeverysmallbeer.”Yethewouldrepeattheword“yeomen”asifitaffordedhimconsolation.
Theyhadalldonesowellforthemselves,theseForsytes,thattheywereallwhatiscalled“ofacertainposition.”Theyhadsharesinallsortsofthings,notasyet
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—withtheexceptionofTimothy—inconsols,fortheyhadnodreadinlifelikethatofthreepercentfortheirmoney.Theycollectedpictures,too,andweresupportersofsuchcharitableinstitutionsasmightbebeneficialtotheirsickdomestics.Fromtheirfather,thebuilder,theyinheriteda
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talentforbricksandmortar.Originally,perhaps,membersofsomeprimitivesect,theywerenowinthenaturalcourseofthingsmembersoftheChurchofEngland,andcausedtheirwivesandchildrentoattendwithsomeregularitythemorefashionablechurchesofthemetropolis.Tohavedoubted
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theirChristianitywouldhavecausedthembothpainandsurprise.Someofthempaidforpews,thusexpressinginthemostpracticalformtheirsympathywiththeteachingsofChrist.
Theirresidences,placedatstatedintervalsroundthepark,watchedlikesentinels,lestthefairheartofthis
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London,wheretheirdesireswerefixed,shouldslipfromtheirclutches,andleavethemlowerintheirownestimations.
TherewasoldJolyoninStanhopePlace;theJamesesinParkLane;SwithininthelonelygloryoforangeandbluechambersinHydeParkMansions—hehadnever
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married,nothe—theSoamsesintheirnestoffKnightsbridge;theRogersinPrince’sGardens(RogerwasthatremarkableForsytewhohadconceivedandcarriedoutthenotionofbringinguphisfoursonstoanewprofession.“Collecthouseproperty,nothinglikeit,”hewouldsay;“Ineverdidanything
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else”).TheHaymansagain—
Mrs.HaymanwastheonemarriedForsytesister—inahousehighuponCampdenHill,shapedlikeagiraffe,andsotallthatitgavetheobserveracrickintheneck;theNicholasesinLadbrokeGrove,aspaciousabodeandagreatbargain;andlast,but
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notleast,Timothy’sontheBayswaterRoad,whereAnn,andJuley,andHester,livedunderhisprotection.
ButallthistimeJameswasmusing,andnowheinquiredofhishostandbrotherwhathehadgivenforthathouseinMontpellierSquare.Hehimselfhadhadhiseyeonahousetherefor
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thelasttwoyears,buttheywantedsuchaprice.
OldJolyonrecountedthedetailsofhispurchase.
“Twenty-twoyearstorun?”repeatedJames;“TheveryhouseIwasafter—you’vegiventoomuchforit!”
OldJolyonfrowned.“It’snotthatIwantit,”
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saidJameshastily;“itwouldn’tsuitmypurposeatthatprice.Soamesknowsthehouse,well—he’lltellyouit’stoodear—hisopinion’sworthhaving.”
“Idon’t,”saidoldJolyon,“careafigforhisopinion.”
“Well,”murmuredJames,“youwillhaveyourownway—it’sagoodopinion.
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Goodbye!We’regoingtodrivedowntoHurlingham.TheytellmeJune’sgoingtoWales.You’llbelonelytomorrow.What’llyoudowithyourself?You’dbettercomeanddinewithus!”
OldJolyonrefused.Hewentdowntothefrontdoorandsawthemintotheirbarouche,andtwinkledat
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them,havingalreadyforgottenhisspleen—Mrs.Jamesfacingthehorses,tallandmajesticwithauburnhair;onherleft,Irene—thetwohusbands,fatherandson,sittingforward,asthoughtheyexpectedsomething,oppositetheirwives.Bobbingandboundinguponthespringcushions,silent,swayingto
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eachmotionoftheirchariot,oldJolyonwatchedthemdriveawayunderthesunlight.
DuringthedrivethesilencewasbrokenbyMrs.James.
“Didyoueverseesuchacollectionofrumty-toopeople?”
Soames,glancingather
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beneathhiseyelids,nodded,andhesawIrenestealathimoneofherunfathomablelooks.ItislikelyenoughthateachbranchoftheForsytefamilymadethatremarkastheydroveawayfromoldJolyon’s“AtHome!”
Amongstthelastofthedepartinggueststhefourthandfifthbrothers,Nicholas
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andRoger,walkedawaytogether,directingtheirstepsalongsideHydeParktowardsthePraedStreetstationoftheUnderground.LikeallotherForsytesofacertainagetheykeptcarriagesoftheirown,andnevertookcabsifbyanymeanstheycouldavoidit.
Thedaywasbright,thetreesoftheparkinthefull
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beautyofmid-Junefoliage;thebrothersdidnotseemtonoticephenomena,whichcontributed,nevertheless,tothejauntinessofpromenadeandconversation.
“Yes,”saidRoger,“she’sagood-lookin’woman,thatwifeofSoames’s.I’mtoldtheydon’tgeton.”
Thisbrotherhadahigh
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forehead,andthefreshestcolourofanyoftheForsytes;hislightgreyeyesmeasuredthestreetfrontageofthehousesbytheway,andnowandthenhewouldlevelhis,umbrellaandtakea“lunar,”asheexpressedit,ofthevaryingheights.
“She’dnomoney,”repliedNicholas.
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Hehimselfhadmarriedagooddealofmoney,ofwhich,itbeingthenthegoldenagebeforetheMarriedWomen’sPropertyAct,hehadmercifullybeenenabledtomakeasuccessfuluse.
“Whatwasherfather?”“Heronwashisname,a
professor,sotheytellme.”
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Rogershookhishead.“There’snomoneyin
that,”hesaid.“Theysayhermother’s
fatherwascement.”Roger’sfacebrightened.“Buthewentbankrupt,”
wentonNicholas.“Ah!”exclaimedRoger,
“Soameswillhavetroublewithher;youmarkmy
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words,he’llhavetrouble—she’sgotaforeignlook.”
Nicholaslickedhislips.“She’saprettywoman,”
andhewavedasideacrossing-sweeper.
“Howdidhegetholdofher?”askedRogerpresently.“Shemustcosthimaprettypennyindress!”
“Anntellsme,”replied
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Nicholas,“hewashalf-crackedabouther.Sherefusedhimfivetimes.James,he’snervousaboutit,Icansee.”
“Ah!”saidRogeragain;“I’msorryforJames;hehadtroublewithDartie.”Hispleasantcolourwasheightenedbyexercise,heswunghisumbrellatothe
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levelofhiseyemorefrequentlythanever.Nicholas’sfacealsoworeapleasantlook.
“Toopaleforme,”hesaid,“butherfigure’scapital!”
Rogermadenoreply.“Icallherdistinguished-
looking,”hesaidatlast—itwasthehighestpraiseinthe
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Forsytevocabulary.“ThatyoungBosinneywillneverdoanygoodforhimself.TheysayatBurkitt’she’soneoftheseartisticchaps—gotanideaofimprovingEnglisharchitecture;there’snomoneyinthat!IshouldliketohearwhatTimothywouldsaytoit.”
Theyenteredthestation.
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“Whatclassareyougoing?Igosecond.”
“Nosecondforme,”saidNicholas;—“youneverknowwhatyoumaycatch.”
Hetookafirst-classtickettoNottingHillGate;RogerasecondtoSouthKensington.Thetraincominginaminutelater,thetwobrotherspartedandenteredtheirrespective
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compartments.Eachfeltaggrievedthattheotherhadnotmodifiedhishabitstosecurehissocietyalittlelonger;butasRogervoiceditinhisthoughts:
“Alwaysastubbornbeggar,Nick!”
AndasNicholasexpressedittohimself:
“Cantankerouschap
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Roger—alwayswas!”Therewaslittle
sentimentalityabouttheForsytes.InthatgreatLondon,whichtheyhadconqueredandbecomemergedin,whattimehadtheytobesentimental?
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CHAP T ERI I
OldJolyonGoestotheOpera
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Atfiveo’clockthefollowingdayoldJolyonsatalone,acigarbetweenhislips,andonatablebyhissideacupoftea.Hewastired,andbeforehehadfinishedhiscigarhefellasleep.Aflysettledonhishair,hisbreathingsoundedheavyinthedrowsysilence,hisupperlipunderthewhitemoustachepuffed
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inandout.Frombetweenthefingersofhisveinedandwrinkledhandthecigar,droppingontheemptyhearth,burneditselfout.
Thegloomylittlestudy,withwindowsofstainedglasstoexcludetheview,wasfullofdarkgreenvelvetandheavily-carvedmahogany—asuiteofwhicholdJolyonwas
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wonttosay:“Shouldn’twonderifitmadeabigpricesomeday!”
Itwaspleasanttothinkthatintheafterlifehecouldgetmoreforthingsthanhehadgiven.
IntherichbrownatmospherepeculiartobackroomsinthemansionofaForsyte,theRembrandtesque
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effectofhisgreathead,withitswhitehair,againstthecushionofhishigh-backedseat,wasspoiledbythemoustache,whichimpartedasomewhatmilitarylooktohisface.Anoldclockthathadbeenwithhimsincebeforehismarriagefortyyearsagokeptwithitstickingajealousrecordofthesecondsslipping
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awayforeverfromitsoldmaster.
Hehadnevercaredforthisroom,hardlygoingintoitfromoneyear’sendtoanother,excepttotakecigarsfromtheJapanesecabinetinthecorner,andtheroomnowhaditsrevenge.
Histemples,curvinglikethatchesoverthehollows
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beneath,hischeekbonesandchin,allweresharpenedinhissleep,andtherehadcomeuponhisfacetheconfessionthathewasanoldman.
Hewoke.Junehadgone!Jameshadsaidhewouldbelonely.Jameshadalwaysbeenapoorthing.Herecollectedwithsatisfactionthathehadboughtthathouse
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overJames’shead.Servehimrightfor
stickingattheprice;theonlythingthefellowthoughtofwasmoney.Hadhegiventoomuch,though?Itwantedalotofdoingto—HedaredsayhewouldwantallhismoneybeforehehaddonewiththisaffairofJune’s.Heoughtnevertohaveallowedthe
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engagement.ShehadmetthisBosinneyatthehouseofBaynes,BaynesandBildeboy,thearchitects.HebelievedthatBaynes,whomheknew—abitofanoldwoman—wastheyoungman’sunclebymarriage.Afterthatshe’dbeenalwaysrunningafterhim;andwhenshetookathingintoherhead
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therewasnostoppingher.Shewascontinuallytakingupwithlameducksofonesortoranother.Thisfellowhadnomoney,butshemustneedsbecomeengagedtohim—aharum-scarum,unpracticalchap,whowouldgethimselfintonoendofdifficulties.
Shehadcometohimonedayinherslapdashwayand
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toldhim;and,asifitwereanyconsolation,shehadadded:
“He’ssosplendid;he’softenlivedoncocoaforaweek!”
“Andhewantsyoutoliveoncocoatoo?”
“Ohno;heisgettingintotheswimnow.”
OldJolyonhadtakenhis
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cigarfromunderhiswhitemoustaches,stainedbycoffeeattheedge,andlookedather,thatlittleslipofathingwhohadgotsuchagripofhisheart.Heknewmoreaboutswimsthanhisgranddaughter.Butshe,havingclaspedherhandsonhisknees,rubbedherchinagainsthim,makingasound
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likeapurringcat.And,knockingtheashoffhiscigar,hehadexplodedinnervousdesperation:
“You’reallalike:youwon’tbesatisfiedtillyou’vegotwhatyouwant.Ifyoumustcometogrief,youmust;Iwashmyhandsofit.”
So,hehadwashedhishandsofit,makingthe
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conditionthattheyshouldnotmarryuntilBosinneyhadatleastfourhundredayear.
“Ishan’tbeabletogiveyouverymuch,”hehadsaid,aformulatowhichJunewasnotunaccustomed.“Perhapsthiswhat’s-his-namewillprovidethecocoa.”
Hehadhardlyseenanythingofhersinceit
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began.Abadbusiness!Hehadnonotionofgivingheralotofmoneytoenableafellowheknewnothingabouttoliveoninidleness.Hehadseenthatsortofthingbefore;nogoodevercameofit.Worstofall,hehadnohopeofshakingherresolution;shewasasobstinateasamule,alwayshadbeenfromachild.
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Hedidn’tseewhereitwastoend.Theymustcuttheircoataccordingtotheircloth.HewouldnotgivewaytillhesawyoungBosinneywithanincomeofhisown.ThatJunewouldhavetroublewiththefellowwasasplainasapikestaff;hehadnomoreideaofmoneythanacow.AstothisrushingdowntoWales
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tovisittheyoungman’saunts,hefullyexpectedtheywereoldcats.
And,motionless,oldJolyonstaredatthewall;butforhisopeneyes,hemighthavebeenasleep....TheideaofsupposingthatyoungcubSoamescouldgivehimadvice!Hehadalwaysbeenacub,withhisnoseintheair!
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Hewouldbesettingupasamanofpropertynext,withaplaceinthecountry!Amanofproperty!H’mph!Likehisfather,hewasalwaysnosingoutbargains,acold-bloodedyoungbeggar!
Herose,and,goingtothecabinet,beganmethodicallystockinghiscigarcasefromabundlefreshin.Theywere
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notbadattheprice,butyoucouldn’tgetagoodcigar,nowadays,nothingtoholdacandletothoseoldSuperfinosofHansonandBridger’s.Thatwasacigar!
Thethought,likesomestealingperfume,carriedhimbacktothosewonderfulnightsatRichmondwhenafterdinnerhesatsmoking
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ontheterraceoftheCrownandSceptrewithNicholasTreffryandTraquairandJackHerringandAnthonyThornworthy.Howgoodhiscigarswerethen!PooroldNick!—dead,andJackHerring—dead,andTraquair—deadofthatwifeofhis,andThornworthy—awfullyshaky(nowonder,withhis
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appetite).Ofallthecompanyof
thosedayshehimselfaloneseemedleft,exceptSwithin,ofcourse,andhesooutrageouslybigtherewasnodoinganythingwithhim.
Difficulttobelieveitwassolongago;hefeltyoungstill!Ofallhisthoughts,ashestoodtherecountinghis
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cigars,thiswasthemostpoignant,themostbitter.Withhiswhiteheadandhislonelinesshehadremainedyoungandgreenatheart.AndthoseSundayafternoonsonHampsteadHeath,whenyoungJolyonandhewentforastretchalongtheSpaniard’sRoadtoHighgate,toChild’sHill,andbackovertheheath
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againtodineatJackStraw’sCastle—howdelicioushiscigarswerethen!Andsuchweather!Therewasnoweathernow.
WhenJunewasatoddleroffive,andeveryotherSundayhetookhertothezoo,awayfromthesocietyofthosetwogoodwomen,hermotherandhergrandmother,
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andatthetopofthebeardenbaitedhisumbrellawithbunsforherfavouritebears,howsweethiscigarswerethen!
Cigars!Hehadnotevensucceededinoutlivinghispalate—thefamouspalatethatinthefiftiesmensworeby,andspeakingofhim,said:“Forsyte’sthebestpalateinLondon!”Thepalatethatina
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sensehadmadehisfortune—thefortuneofthecelebratedteamen,ForsyteandTreffry,whosetea,likenootherman’stea,hadaromanticaroma,thecharmofaquitesingulargenuineness.AboutthehouseofForsyteandTreffryinthecityhadclunganairofenterpriseandmystery,ofspecialdealings
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inspecialships,atspecialports,withspecialOrientals.
Hehadworkedatthatbusiness!Mendidworkinthosedays!theseyoungpupshardlyknewthemeaningoftheword.Hehadgoneintoeverydetail,knowneverythingthatwenton,sometimessatupallnightoverit.Andhehadalways
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chosenhisagentshimself,pridedhimselfonit.Hiseyeformen,heusedtosay,hadbeenthesecretofhissuccess,andtheexerciseofthismasterfulpowerofselectionhadbeentheonlypartofitallthathehadreallyliked.Notacareerforamanofhisability.Evennow,whenthebusinesshadbeenturnedintoalimited
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liabilitycompany,andwasdeclining(hehadgotoutofhisshareslongago),hefeltasharpchagrininthinkingofthattime.Howmuchbetterhemighthavedone!Hewouldhavesucceededsplendidlyatthebar!HehadeventhoughtofstandingforParliament.HowoftenhadnotNicholasTreffrysaidto
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him:“Youcoulddoanything,Jo,ifyouweren’tsod-damnedcarefulofyourself!”DearoldNick!Suchagoodfellow,butarackettychap!ThenotoriousTreffry!Hehadnevertakenanycareofhimself.Sohewasdead.OldJolyoncountedhiscigarswithasteadyhand,anditcameintohismindtowonder
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ifperhapshehadbeentoocarefulofhimself.
Heputthecigarcaseinthebreastofhiscoat,buttoneditin,andwalkedupthelongflightstohisbedroom,leaningononefootandtheother,andhelpinghimselfbythebannister.Thehousewastoobig.AfterJunewasmarried,ifsheeverdid
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marrythisfellow,ashesupposedshewould,hewouldletitandgointorooms.Whatwastheuseofkeepinghalfadozenservantseatingtheirheadsoff?
Thebutlercametotheringofhisbell—alargemanwithabeard,asofttread,andapeculiarcapacityforsilence.OldJolyontoldhim
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toputhisdressclothesout;hewasgoingtodineattheclub.
HowlonghadthecarriagebeenbackfromtakingMissJunetothestation?Sincetwo?Thenlethimcomeroundathalfpastsix!
TheclubwhicholdJolyonenteredonthestroke
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ofsevenwasoneofthosepoliticalinstitutionsoftheuppermiddleclasswhichhaveseenbetterdays.Inspiteofbeingtalkedabout,perhapsinconsequenceofbeingtalkedabout,itbetrayedadisappointingvitality.PeoplehadgrowntiredofsayingthattheDisunionwasonitslastlegs.OldJolyonwouldsayit,
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too,yetdisregardedthefactinamannertrulyirritatingtowell-constitutedclubmen.
“Whydoyoukeepyournameon?”Swithinoftenaskedhimwithprofoundvexation.“Whydon’tyoujointhePolyglot?Youcan’tgetawinelikeourHeidsieckundertwentyshillin’abottleanywhereinLondon;”and,
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droppinghisvoice,headded:“There’sonlyfivehundreddozenleft.Idrinkiteverynightofmylife.”
“I’llthinkofit,”oldJolyonwouldanswer;butwhenhedidthinkofittherewasalwaysthequestionoffiftyguineasentrancefee,anditwouldtakehimfourorfiveyearstogetin.Hecontinued
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tothinkofit.Hewastoooldtobea
Liberal,hadlongceasedtobelieveinthepoliticaldoctrinesofhisclub,hadevenbeenknowntoalludetothemas“wretchedstuff,”anditaffordedhimpleasuretocontinueamemberintheteethofprinciplessoopposedtohisown.Hehadalways
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hadacontemptfortheplace,havingjoineditmanyyearsagowhentheyrefusedtohavehimattheHotchPotchowingtohisbeing“intrade.”Asifhewerenotasgoodasanyofthem!Henaturallydespisedtheclubthatdidtakehim.Thememberswereapoorlot,manyoftheminthecity—stockbrokers,solicitors,
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auctioneers—whatnot!Likemostmenofstrongcharacterbutnottoomuchoriginality,oldJolyonsetsmallstorebytheclasstowhichhebelonged.Faithfullyhefollowedtheircustoms,socialandotherwise,andsecretlyhethoughtthem“acommonlot.”
Yearsandphilosophy,of
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whichhehadhisshare,haddimmedtherecollectionofhisdefeatattheHotchPotch;andnowinhisthoughtsitwasenshrinedasthequeenofclubs.Hewouldhavebeenamemberalltheseyearshimself,but,owingtotheslipshodwayhisproposer,JackHerring,hadgonetowork,theyhadnotknown
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whattheyweredoinginkeepinghimout.Why!theyhadtakenhissonJoatonce,andhebelievedtheboywasstillamember;hehadreceivedaletterdatedfromthereeightyearsago.
HehadnotbeenneartheDisunionformonths,andthehousehadundergonethepiebalddecorationwhich
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peoplebestowonoldhousesandoldshipswhenanxioustosellthem.
“Beastlycolour,thesmokingroom!”hethought.“Thediningroomisgood!”
Itsgloomychocolate,pickedoutwithlightgreen,tookhisfancy.
Heordereddinner,andsatdownintheverycorner,at
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theverytableperhaps!(thingsdidnotprogressmuchattheDisunion,aclubofalmostradicalprinciples)atwhichheandyoungJolyonusedtosittwenty-fiveyearsago,whenhewastakingthelattertoDruryLane,duringhisholidays.
Theboyhadlovedthetheatre,andoldJolyon
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recalledhowheusedtositopposite,concealinghisexcitementunderacarefulbuttransparentnonchalance.
Heorderedhimself,too,theverydinnertheboyhadalwayschosen-soup,whitebait,cutlets,andatart.Ah!ifhewereonlyoppositenow!
Thetwohadnotmetfor
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fourteenyears.AndnotforthefirsttimeduringthosefourteenyearsoldJolyonwonderedwhetherhehadbeenalittletoblameinthematterofhisson.AnunfortunateloveaffairwiththatpreciousflirtDanaeThornworthy(nowDanaePellew),AnthonyThornworthy’sdaughter,had
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thrownhimonthereboundintothearmsofJune’smother.Heoughtperhapstohaveputaspokeinthewheeloftheirmarriage;theyweretooyoung;butafterthatexperienceofJo’ssusceptibilityhehadbeenonlytooanxioustoseehimmarried.Andinfouryearsthecrashhadcome!Tohave
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approvedhisson’sconductinthatcrashwas,ofcourse,impossible;reasonandtraining—thatcombinationofpotentfactorswhichstoodforhisprinciples—toldhimofthisimpossibility,andhisheartcriedout.Thegrimremorselessnessofthatbusinesshadnopityforhearts.TherewasJune,the
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atomwithflaminghair,whohadclimbedalloverhim,twinedandtwistedherselfabouthim—abouthisheartthatwasmadetobetheplaythingandbelovedresortoftiny,helplessthings.Withcharacteristicinsighthesawhemustpartwithoneorwiththeother;nohalfmeasurescouldserveinsucha
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situation.Inthatlayitstragedy.Andthetiny,helplessthingprevailed.Hewouldnotrunwiththehareandhuntwiththehounds,andsotohissonhesaidgoodbye.
Thatgoodbyehadlasteduntilnow.
HehadproposedtocontinueareducedallowancetoyoungJolyon,butthishad
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beenrefused,andperhapsthatrefusalhadhurthimmorethananything,forwithithadgonethelastoutletofhispenned-inaffection;andtherehadcomesuchtangibleandsolidproofofruptureasonlyatransactioninproperty,abestowalorrefusalofsuch,couldsupply.
Hisdinnertastedflat.His
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pintofchampagnewasdryandbitterstuff,notliketheVeuveClicquotsofolddays.
Overhiscupofcoffee,hebethoughthimthathewouldgototheopera.InTheTimes,therefore—hehadadistrustofotherpapers—hereadtheannouncementfortheevening.ItwasFidelio.
Mercifullynotoneof
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thosenewfangledGermanpantomimesbythatfellowWagner.
Puttingonhisancientoperahat,which,withitsbrimflattenedbyuse,andhugecapacity,lookedlikeanemblemofgreaterdays,and,pullingoutanoldpairofverythinlavenderkidglovessmellingstronglyofRussia
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leather,fromhabitualproximitytothecigarcaseinthepocketofhisovercoat,hesteppedintoahansom.
Thecabrattledgailyalongthestreets,andoldJolyonwasstruckbytheirunwontedanimation.
“Thehotelsmustbedoingatremendousbusiness,”hethought.Afewyearsago
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therehadbeennoneofthesebighotels.Hemadeasatisfactoryreflectiononsomepropertyhehadintheneighbourhood.Itmustbegoingupinvaluebyleapsandbounds!Whattraffic!
Butfromthathebeganindulginginoneofthosestrangeimpersonalspeculations,so
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uncharacteristicofaForsyte,whereinlay,inpart,thesecretofhissupremacyamongstthem.Whatatomsmenwere,andwhatalotofthem!Andwhatwouldbecomeofthemall?
Hestumbledashegotoutofthecab,gavethemanhisexactfare,walkeduptotheticketofficetotakehisstall,
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andstoodtherewithhispurseinhishand—healwayscarriedhismoneyinapurse,neverhavingapprovedofthathabitofcarryingitlooselyinthepockets,assomanyyoungmendidnowadays.Theofficialleanedout,likeanolddogfromakennel.
“Why,”hesaidinasurprisedvoice,“it’sMr.
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JolyonForsyte!Soitis!Haven’tseenyou,sir,foryears.Dearme!Timesaren’twhattheywere.Why!youandyourbrother,andthatauctioneer—Mr.Traquair,andMr.NicholasTreffry—youusedtohavesixorsevenstallshereregulareveryseason.Andhowareyou,sir?Wedon’tgetyounger!”
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ThecolourinoldJolyon’seyesdeepened;hepaidhisguinea.Theyhadnotforgottenhim.Hemarchedin,tothesoundsoftheoverture,likeanoldwarhorsetobattle.
Foldinghisoperahat,hesatdown,drewouthislavenderglovesintheoldway,andtookuphisglasses
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foralonglookroundthehouse.Droppingthematlastonhisfoldedhat,hefixedhiseyesonthecurtain.Morepoignantlythaneverhefeltthatitwasalloveranddonewithhim.Wherewereallthewomen,theprettywomen,thehouseusedtobesofullof?Wherewasthatoldfeelingintheheartashe
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waitedforoneofthosegreatsingers?Wherethatsensationoftheintoxicationoflifeandofhisownpowertoenjoyitall?
Thegreatestoperagoerofhisday!Therewasnooperanow!ThatfellowWagnerhadruinedeverything;nomelodyleft,noranyvoicestosingit.Ah!thewonderfulsingers!
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Gone!Hesatwatchingtheoldscenesacted,anumbfeelingathisheart.
Fromthecurlofsilveroverhiseartotheposeofhisfootinitselastic-sidedpatentboot,therewasnothingclumsyorweakaboutoldJolyon.Hewasasupright—verynearly—asinthoseoldtimeswhenhecameevery
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night;hissightwasasgood—almostasgood.Butwhatafeelingofwearinessanddisillusion!
Hehadbeeninthehabitallhislifeofenjoyingthings,evenimperfectthings—andtherehadbeenmanyimperfectthings—hehadenjoyedthemallwithmoderation,soastokeep
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himselfyoung.Butnowhewasdesertedbyhispowerofenjoyment,byhisphilosophy,andleftwiththisdreadfulfeelingthatitwasalldonewith.Noteventhe“Prisoners’Chorus,”nor“Florian’sSong,”hadthepowertodispelthegloomofhisloneliness.
IfJowereonlywithhim!
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Theboymustbefortybynow.Hehadwastedfourteenyearsoutofthelifeofhisonlyson.AndJowasnolongerasocialpariah.Hewasmarried.OldJolyonhadbeenunabletorefrainfrommarkinghisappreciationoftheactionbyenclosinghissonachequefor£500.Thechequehadbeenreturnedina
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letterfromtheHotchPotch,couchedinthesewords.
MYDEARESTFATHER,
Yourgenerousgiftwaswelcomeasasignthatyoumightthinkworseofme.Ireturnit,butshouldyou
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thinkfittoinvestitforthebenefitofthelittlechap(wecallhimJolly),whobearsourChristianand,bycourtesy,oursurname,Ishallbeveryglad.
Ihopewithallmyheartthatyourhealthisasgoodas
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ever.Yourloving
son,Jo
Theletterwasliketheboy.Hehadalwaysbeenanamiablechap.OldJolyonhadsentthisreply:
MYDEARJO,
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Thesum(£500)standsinmybooksforthebenefitofyourboy,underthenameofJolyonForsyte,andwillbedulycreditedwithinterestatfivepercent.Ihopethatyouaredoingwell.Myhealthremains
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goodatpresent.Withlove,Iam,Your
affectionatefather,JOLYON
FORSYTE
AndeveryyearonthefirstofJanuaryhehadaddedahundredandtheinterest.Thesumwasmountingup—
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nextNewYear’sDayitwouldbefifteenhundredandoddpounds!Anditisdifficulttosayhowmuchsatisfactionhehadgotoutofthatyearlytransaction.Butthecorrespondencehadended.
Inspiteofhisloveforhisson,inspiteofaninstinct,partlyconstitutional,partly
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theresult,asinthousandsofhisclass,ofthecontinualhandlingandwatchingofaffairs,promptinghimtojudgeconductbyresultsratherthanbyprinciple,therewasatthebottomofhisheartasortofuneasiness.Hissonought,underthecircumstances,tohavegonetothedogs;thatlawwaslaid
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downinallthenovels,sermons,andplayshehadeverread,heard,orwitnessed.
Afterreceivingthechequebackthereseemedtohimtobesomethingwrongsomewhere.Whyhadhissonnotgonetothedogs?But,then,whocouldtell?
Hehadheard,ofcourse—
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infact,hehadmadeithisbusinesstofindout—thatJolivedinSt.John’sWood,thathehadalittlehouseinWistariaAvenuewithagarden,andtookhiswifeaboutwithhimintosociety—aqueersortofsociety,nodoubt—andthattheyhadtwochildren—thelittlechaptheycalledJolly(consideringthe
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circumstancesthenamestruckhimascynical,andoldJolyonbothfearedanddislikedcynicism),andagirlcalledHolly,bornsincethemarriage.Whocouldtellwhathisson’scircumstancesreallywere?Hehadcapitalizedtheincomehehadinheritedfromhismother’sfatherandjoinedLloyd’sas
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anunderwriter;hepaintedpictures,too—watercolours.OldJolyonknewthis,forhehadsurreptitiouslyboughtthemfromtimetotime,afterchancingtoseehisson’snamesignedatthebottomofarepresentationoftheriverThamesinadealer’swindow.Hethoughtthembad,anddidnothangthembecauseofthe
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signature;hekeptthemlockedupinadrawer.
Inthegreatoperahouseaterribleyearningcameonhimtoseehisson.Herememberedthedayswhenhehadbeenwonttoslidehim,inabrownhollandsuit,toandfrounderthearchofhislegs;thetimeswhenheranbesidetheboy’spony,
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teachinghimtoride;thedayhefirsttookhimtoschool.Hehadbeenaloving,lovablelittlechap!AfterhewenttoEtonhehadacquired,perhaps,alittletoomuchofthatdesirablemannerwhicholdJolyonknewwasonlytobeobtainedatsuchplacesandatgreatexpense;buthehadalwaysbeen
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companionable.Alwaysacompanion,evenafterCambridge—alittlefaroff,perhaps,owingtotheadvantageshehadreceived.OldJolyon’sfeelingtowardsourpublicschoolsand’Varsitiesneverwavered,andheretainedtouchinglyhisattitudeofadmirationandmistrusttowardsasystem
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appropriatetothehighestintheland,ofwhichhehadnothimselfbeenprivilegedtopartake....NowthatJunehadgoneandleft,orasgoodaslefthim,itwouldhavebeenacomforttoseehissonagain.Guiltyofthistreasontohisfamily,hisprinciples,hisclass,oldJolyonfixedhiseyesonthesinger.Apoor
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thing—awretchedpoorthing!AndtheFlorianaperfectstick!
Itwasover.Theywereeasilypleasednowadays!
Inthecrowdedstreethesnappedupacabundertheverynoseofastoutandmuchyoungergentleman,whohadalreadyassumedittobehisown.Hisroutelaythrough
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PallMall,andatthecorner,insteadofgoingthroughtheGreenPark,thecabmanturnedtodriveupSt.James’sStreet.OldJolyonputhishandthroughthetrap(hecouldnotbearbeingtakenoutofhisway);inturning,however,hefoundhimselfoppositetheHotchPotch,andtheyearningthathadbeen
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secretlywithhimthewholeeveningprevailed.Hecalledtothedrivertostop.HewouldgoinandaskifJostillbelongedthere.
Hewentin.ThehalllookedexactlyasitdidwhenheusedtodinetherewithJackHerring,andtheyhadthebestcookinLondon;andhelookedroundwiththe
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shrewd,straightglancethathadcausedhimallhislifetobebetterservedthanmostmen.
“Mr.JolyonForsytestillamemberhere?”
“Yes,sir;intheclubnow,sir.Whatname?”
OldJolyonwastakenaback.
“Hisfather,”hesaid.
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Andhavingspoken,hetookhisstand,backtothefireplace.
YoungJolyon,onthepointofleavingtheclub,hadputonhishat,andwasintheactofcrossingthehall,astheportermethim.Hewasnolongeryoung,withhairgoinggrey,andface—anarrowerreplicaofhisfather’s,with
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thesamelargedroopingmoustache—decidedlyworn.Heturnedpale.Thismeetingwasterribleafterallthoseyears,fornothingintheworldwassoterribleasascene.Theymetandcrossedhandswithoutaword.Then,withaquaverinhisvoice,thefathersaid:
“Howareyou,myboy?”
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Thesonanswered:“Howareyou,Dad?”OldJolyon’shand
trembledinitsthinlavenderglove.
“Ifyou’regoingmyway,”hesaid,“Icangiveyoualift.”
Andasthoughinthehabitoftakingeachotherhomeeverynighttheywentoutand
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steppedintothecab.TooldJolyonitseemed
thathissonhadgrown.“Moreofamanaltogether,”washiscomment.Overthenaturalamiabilityofthatson’sfacehadcomearathersardonicmask,asthoughhehadfoundinthecircumstancesofhislifethenecessityforarmour.The
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featureswerecertainlythoseofaForsyte,buttheexpressionwasmoretheintrospectivelookofastudentorphilosopher.Hehadnodoubtbeenobligedtolookintohimselfagooddealinthecourseofthosefifteenyears.
ToyoungJolyonthefirstsightofhisfatherwas
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undoubtedlyashock—helookedsowornandold.Butinthecabheseemedhardlytohavechanged,stillhavingthecalmlooksowellremembered,stillbeinguprightandkeen-eyed.
“Youlookwell,Dad.”“Middling,”oldJolyon
answered.Hewasthepreyofan
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anxietythathefoundhemustputintowords.Havinggothissonbacklikethis,hefelthemustknowwhatwashisfinancialposition.
“Jo,”hesaid,“Ishouldliketohearwhatsortofwateryou’rein.Isupposeyou’reindebt?”
Heputitthiswaythathissonmightfinditeasierto
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confess.YoungJolyonanswered
inhisironicalvoice:“No!I’mnotindebt!”OldJolyonsawthathe
wasangry,andtouchedhishand.Hehadrunarisk.Itwasworthit,however,andJohadneverbeensulkywithhim.Theydroveon,withoutspeakingagain,toStanhope
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Gate.OldJolyoninvitedhimin,butyoungJolyonshookhishead.
“June’snothere,”saidhisfatherhastily:“wentofftodayonavisit.Isupposeyouknowthatshe’sengagedtobemarried?”
“Already?”murmuredyoungJolyon.
OldJolyonsteppedout,
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and,inpayingthecabfare,forthefirsttimeinhislifegavethedriverasovereigninmistakeforashilling.
Placingthecoininhismouth,thecabmanwhippedhishorsesecretlyontheunderneathandhurriedaway.
OldJolyonturnedthekeysoftlyinthelock,pushedopenthedoor,andbeckoned.
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Hissonsawhimgravelyhanginguphiscoat,withanexpressiononhisfacelikethatofaboywhointendstostealcherries.
Thedoorofthediningroomwasopen,thegasturnedlow;aspirit-urnhissedonateatray,andclosetoitacynicallookingcathadfallenasleeponthediningtable.
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OldJolyonshoo’dheroffatonce.Theincidentwasarelieftohisfeelings;herattledhisoperahatbehindtheanimal.
“She’sgotfleas,”hesaid,followingheroutoftheroom.Throughthedoorinthehallleadingtothebasementhecalled“Hssst!”severaltimes,asthough
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assistingthecat’sdeparture,tillbysomestrangecoincidencethebutlerappearedbelow.
“Youcangotobed,Parfitt,”saidoldJolyon.“Iwilllockupandputout.”
Whenheagainenteredthediningroomthecatunfortunatelyprecededhim,withhertailintheair,
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proclaimingthatshehadseenthroughthismanouevreforsuppressingthebutlerfromthefirst....
AfatalityhaddoggedoldJolyon’sdomesticstratagemsallhislife.
YoungJolyoncouldnothelpsmiling.Hewasverywellversedinirony,andeverythingthatevening
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seemedtohimironical.Theepisodeofthecat;theannouncementofhisowndaughter’sengagement.SohehadnomorepartorparcelinherthanhehadinthePuss!Andthepoeticaljusticeofthisappealedtohim.
“WhatisJunelikenow?”heasked.
“She’salittlething,”
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returnedoldJolyon;“theysayshe’slikeme,butthat’stheirfolly.She’smorelikeyourmother—thesameeyesandhair.”
“Ah!andsheispretty?”OldJolyonwastoomuch
ofaForsytetopraiseanythingfreely;especiallyanythingforwhichhehadagenuineadmiration.
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“Notbadlooking—aregularForsytechin.It’llbelonelyherewhenshe’sgone,Jo.”
ThelookonhisfaceagaingaveyoungJolyontheshockhehadfeltonfirstseeinghisfather.
“Whatwillyoudowithyourself,Dad?Isupposeshe’swrappedupinhim?”
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“Dowithmyself?”repeatedoldJolyonwithanangrybreakinhisvoice.“It’llbemiserableworklivingherealone.Idon’tknowhowit’stoend.Iwishtogoodness....”Hecheckedhimself,andadded:“Thequestionis,whathadIbetterdowiththishouse?”
YoungJolyonlooked
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roundtheroom.Itwaspeculiarlyvastanddreary,decoratedwiththeenormouspicturesofstilllifethatherememberedasaboy—sleepingdogswiththeirnosesrestingonbunchesofcarrots,togetherwithonionsandgrapeslyingsidebysideinmildsurprise.Thehousewasawhiteelephant,buthecould
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notconceiveofhisfatherlivinginasmallerplace;andallthemorediditallseemironical.
Inhisgreatchairwiththebook-restsatoldJolyon,thefigureheadofhisfamilyandclassandcreed,withhiswhiteheadanddome-likeforehead,therepresentativeofmoderation,andorder,and
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loveofproperty.AslonelyanoldmanastherewasinLondon.
Therehesatinthegloomycomfortoftheroom,apuppetinthepowerofgreatforcesthatcarednothingforfamilyorclassorcreed,butmoved,machine-like,withdreadprocessestoinscrutableends.Thiswashowitstruck
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youngJolyon,whohadtheimpersonaleye.
Thepoorolddad!Sothiswastheend,thepurposetowhichhehadlivedwithsuchmagnificentmoderation!Tobelonely,andgrowolderandolder,yearningforasoultospeakto!
InhisturnoldJolyonlookedbackathisson.He
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wantedtotalkaboutmanythingsthathehadbeenunabletotalkaboutalltheseyears.IthadbeenimpossibletoseriouslyconfideinJunehisconvictionthatpropertyintheSohoquarterwouldgoupinvalue;hisuneasinessaboutthattremendoussilenceofPippin,thesuperintendentoftheNewCollieryCompany,
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ofwhichhehadsolongbeenchairman;hisdisgustatthesteadyfallinAmericanGolgothas,oreventodiscusshow,bysomesortofsettlement,hecouldbestavoidthepaymentofthosedeathdutieswhichwouldfollowhisdecease.Undertheinfluence,however,ofacupoftea,whichheseemedto
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stirindefinitely,hebegantospeakatlast.Anewvistaoflifewasthusopenedup,apromisedlandoftalk,wherehecouldfindaharbouragainstthewavesofanticipationandregret;wherehecouldsoothehissoulwiththeopiumofdevisinghowtoroundoffhispropertyandmakeeternaltheonlypartof
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himthatwastoremainalive.YoungJolyonwasagood
listener;itwashisgreatquality.Hekepthiseyesfixedonhisfather’sface,puttingaquestionnowandthen.
TheclockstruckonebeforeoldJolyonhadfinished,andatthesoundofitsstrikinghisprinciples
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cameback.Hetookouthiswatchwithalookofsurprise:
“Imustgotobed,Jo,”hesaid.
YoungJolyonroseandheldouthishandtohelphisfatherup.Theoldfacelookedwornandhollowagain;theeyesweresteadilyaverted.
“Goodbye,myboy;takecareofyourself.”
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Amomentpassed,andyoungJolyon,turningonhis,heel,marchedoutatthedoor.Hecouldhardlysee;hissmilequavered.Neverinallthefifteenyearssincehehadfirstfoundoutthatlifewasnosimplebusiness,hadhefounditsosingularlycomplicated.
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CHAP T ERI I I
DinneratSwithin’s
InSwithin’sorangeandlight-
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bluediningroom,facingthepark,theroundtablewaslaidfortwelve.
Acut-glasschandelierfilledwithlightedcandleshunglikeagiantstalactiteaboveitscentre,radiatingoverlargegilt-framedmirrors,slabsofmarbleonthetopsofsidetables,andheavygoldchairswithcrewel
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workedseats.Everythingbetokenedthatloveofbeautysodeeplyimplantedineachfamilywhichhashaditsownwaytomakeintosociety,outofthemorevulgarheartofnature.Swithinhadindeedanimpatienceofsimplicity,aloveoformolu,whichhadalwaysstampedhimamongsthisassociatesasamanof
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great,ifsomewhatluxurioustaste;andoutoftheknowledgethatnoonecouldpossiblyenterhisroomswithoutperceivinghimtobeamanofwealth,hehadderivedasolidandprolongedhappinesssuchasperhapsnoothercircumstanceinlifehadaffordedhim.
Sincehisretirementfrom
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landagency,aprofessiondeplorableinhisestimation,especiallyastoitsauctioneeringdepartment,hehadabandonedhimselftonaturallyaristocratictastes.
Theperfectluxuryofhislatterdayshadembeddedhimlikeaflyinsugar;andhismind,whereverylittletookplacefrommorningtillnight,
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wasthejunctionoftwocuriouslyoppositeemotions,alingeringandsturdysatisfactionthathehadmadehisownwayandhisownfortune,andasensethatamanofhisdistinctionshouldneverhavebeenallowedtosoilhismindwithwork.
Hestoodatthesideboardinawhitewaistcoatwith
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largegoldandonyxbuttons,watchinghisvaletscrewthenecksofthreechampagnebottlesdeeperintoicepails.Betweenthepointsofhisstand-upcollar,which—thoughithurthimtomove—hewouldonnoaccounthavehadaltered,thepalefleshofhisunderchinremainedimmovable.Hiseyesroved
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frombottletobottle.Hewasdebating,andhearguedlikethis:Jolyondrinksaglass,perhapstwo,he’ssocarefulofhimself.James,hecan’ttakehiswinenowadays.Nicholas—Fannyandhewouldswillwaterheshouldn’twonder!Soamesdidn’tcount;theseyoungnephews—Soameswas
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thirty-one—couldn’tdrink!ButBosinney?
Encounteringinthenameofthisstrangersomethingoutsidetherangeofhisphilosophy,Swithinpaused.Amisgivingarosewithinhim!Itwasimpossibletotell!Junewasonlyagirl,inlovetoo!Emily(Mrs.James)likedagoodglassofchampagne.It
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wastoodryforJuley,pooroldsoul,shehadnopalate.AstoHattyChessman!Thethoughtofthisoldfriendcausedacloudofthoughttoobscuretheperfectglassinessofhiseyes:Heshouldn’twonderifshedrankhalfabottle!
Butinthinkingofhisremainingguest,an
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expressionlikethatofacatwhoisjustgoingtopurrstoleoverhisoldface:Mrs.Soames!Shemightn’ttakemuch,butshewouldappreciatewhatshedrank;itwasapleasuretogivehergoodwine!Aprettywoman—andsympathetictohim!
Thethoughtofherwaslikechampagneitself!A
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pleasuretogiveagoodwinetoayoungwomanwholookedsowell,whoknewhowtodress,withcharmingmanners,quitedistinguished—apleasuretoentertainher.Betweenthepointsofhiscollarhegavehisheadthefirstsmall,painfuloscillationoftheevening.
“Adolf!”hesaid.“Putin
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anotherbottle.”Hehimselfmightdrinka
gooddeal,for,thankstothatprescriptionofBlight’s,hefoundhimselfextremelywell,andhehadbeencarefultotakenolunch.Hehadnotfeltsowellforweeks.Puffingouthislowerlip,hegavehislastinstructions:
“Adolf,theleasttouchof
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theWestIndiawhenyoucometotheham.”
Passingintotheanteroom,hesatdownontheedgeofachair,withhiskneesapart;andhistall,bulkyformwaswrappedatonceinanexpectant,strange,primevalimmobility.Hewasreadytoriseatamoment’snotice.Hehadnotgivena
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dinnerpartyformonths.ThisdinnerinhonourofJune’sengagementhadseemedaboreatfirst(amongForsytesthecustomofsolemnizingengagementsbyfeastswasreligiouslyobserved),butthelaboursofsendinginvitationsandorderingtherepastover,hefeltpleasantlystimulated.
Andthussitting,awatch
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inhishand,fat,andsmooth,andgolden,likeaflattenedglobeofbutter,hethoughtofnothing.
Alongman,withsidewhiskers,whohadoncebeeninSwithin’sservice,butwasnowagreengrocer,enteredandproclaimed:
“Mrs.Chessman,Mrs.SeptimusSmall!”
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Twoladiesadvanced.Theoneinfront,habitedentirelyinred,hadlarge,settledpatchesofthesamecolourinhercheeks,andahard,dashingeye.ShewalkedatSwithin,holdingoutahandcasedinalong,primrose-colouredglove:
“Well!Swithin,”shesaid,“Ihaven’tseenyouforages.
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Howareyou?Why,mydearboy,howstoutyou’regetting!”
ThefixityofSwithin’seyealonebetrayedemotion.Adumbandgrumblingangerswelledhisbosom.Itwasvulgartobestout,totalkofbeingstout;hehadachest,nothingmore.Turningtohissister,hegraspedherhand,
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andsaidinatoneofcommand:
“Well,Juley.”Mrs.SeptimusSmallwas
thetallestofthefoursisters;hergood,roundoldfacehadgonealittlesour;aninnumerablepoutclungalloverit,asifithadbeenencasedinanironwiremaskuptothatevening,which,
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beingsuddenlyremoved,leftlittlerollsofmutinousfleshalloverhercountenance.Evenhereyeswerepouting.ItwasthusthatsherecordedherpermanentresentmentatthelossofSeptimusSmall.
Shehadquiteareputationforsayingthewrongthing,and,tenaciouslikeallherbreed,shewouldholdtoit
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whenshehadsaidit,andaddtoitanotherwrongthing,andsoon.Withthedeceaseofherhusbandthefamilytenacity,thefamilymatter-of-factness,hadgonesterilewithinher.Agreattalker,whenallowed,shewouldconversewithoutthefaintestanimationforhourstogether,relating,withepicmonotony,the
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innumerableoccasionsonwhichFortunehadmisusedher;nordidsheeverperceivethatherhearerssympathizedwithFortune,forherheartwaskind.
Havingsat,poorsoul,longbythebedsideofSmall(amanofpoorconstitution),shehadacquired,thehabit,andtherewerecountless
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subsequentoccasionswhenshehadsatimmenseperiodsoftimetoamusesickpeople,children,andotherhelplesspersons,andshecouldneverdivestherselfofthefeelingthattheworldwasthemostungratefulplaceanybodycouldlivein.SundayafterSundayshesatatthefeetofthatextremelywittypreacher,
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theRev.ThomasScoles,whoexercisedagreatinfluenceoverher;butshesucceededinconvincingeverybodythateventhiswasamisfortune.Shehadpassedintoaproverbinthefamily,andwhenanybodywasobservedtobepeculiarlydistressing,hewasknownasaregular“Juley.”Thehabitofhermindwould
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havekilledanybodybutaForsyteatforty;butshewasseventy-two,andhadneverlookedbetter.Andonefeltthattherewerecapacitiesforenjoymentaboutherwhichmightyetcomeout.Sheownedthreecanaries,thecatTommy,andhalfaparrot—incommonwithhersisterHester;—andthesepoor
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creatures(keptcarefullyoutofTimothy’sway—hewasnervousaboutanimals),unlikehumanbeings,recognisingthatshecouldnothelpbeingblighted,attachedthemselvestoherpassionately.
Shewassomberlymagnificentthiseveninginblackbombazine,witha
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mauvefrontcutinashytriangle,andcrownedwithablackvelvetribbonroundthebaseofherthinthroat;blackandmauveforeveningwearwasesteemedverychastebynearlyeveryForsyte.
PoutingatSwithin,shesaid:
“Annhasbeenaskingforyou.Youhaven’tbeennear
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usforanage!”Swithinputhisthumbs
withinthearmholesofhiswaistcoat,andreplied:
“Ann’sgettingveryshaky;sheoughttohaveadoctor!”
“Mr.andMrs.NicholasForsyte!”
NicholasForsyte,cockinghisrectangulareyebrows,
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woreasmile.HehadsucceededduringthedayinbringingtofruitionaschemefortheemploymentofatribefromUpperIndiainthegoldminesofCeylon.Apetplan,carriedatlastintheteethofgreatdifficulties—hewasjustlypleased.Itwoulddoubletheoutputofhismines,and,ashehadoften
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forciblyargued,allexperiencetendedtoshowthatamanmustdie;andwhetherhediedofamiserableoldageinhisowncountry,orprematurelyofdampinthebottomofaforeignmine,wassurelyoflittleconsequence,providedthatbyachangeinhismodeoflifehebenefitedtheBritish
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Empire.Hisabilitywas
undoubted.Raisinghisbrokennosetowardshislistener,hewouldadd:
“Forwantofafewhundredofthesefellowswehaven’tpaidadividendforyears,andlookatthepriceoftheshares.Ican’tgettenshillingsforthem.”
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HehadbeenatYarmouth,too,andhadcomebackfeelingthathehadaddedatleasttenyearstohisownlife.HegraspedSwithin’shand,exclaiminginajocularvoice:
“Well,sohereweareagain!”
Mrs.Nicholas,aneffetewoman,smiledasmileoffrightenedjollitybehindhis
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back.“Mr.andMrs.James
Forsyte!Mr.andMrs.SoamesForsyte!”
Swithindrewhisheelstogether,hisdeportmenteveradmirable.
“Well,James,wellEmily!Howareyou,Soames?Howdoyoudo?”
Hishandenclosed
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Irene’s,andhiseyesswelled.Shewasaprettywoman—alittletoopale,butherfigure,hereyes,herteeth!ToogoodforthatchapSoames!
ThegodshadgivenIrenedarkbrowneyesandgoldenhair,thatstrangecombination,provocativeofmen’sglances,whichissaidtobethemarkofaweak
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character.Andthefull,softpallorofherneckandshoulders,aboveagold-colouredfrock,gavetoherpersonalityanalluringstrangeness.
Soamesstoodbehind,hiseyesfastenedonhiswife’sneck.ThehandsofSwithin’swatch,whichhestillheldopeninhishand,hadleft
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eightbehind;itwashalfanhourbeyondhisdinnertime—hehadhadnolunch—andastrangeprimevalimpatiencesurgedupwithinhim.
“It’snotlikeJolyontobelate!”hesaidtoIrene,withuncontrollablevexation.“Isupposeit’llbeJunekeepinghim!”
“Peopleinloveare
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alwayslate,”sheanswered.Swithinstaredather;a
duskyorangedyedhischeeks.
“They’venobusinesstobe.Somefashionablenonsense!”
Andbehindthisoutbursttheinarticulateviolenceofprimitivegenerationsseemedtomutterandgrumble.
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“Tellmewhatyouthinkofmynewstar,UncleSwithin,”saidIrenesoftly.
Amongthelaceinthebosomofherdresswasshiningafive-pointedstar,madeofelevendiamonds.Swithinlookedatthestar.Hehadaprettytasteinstones;noquestioncouldhavebeenmoresympatheticallydevised
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todistracthisattention.“Whogaveyouthat?”he
asked.“Soames.”Therewasnochangein
herface,butSwithin’spaleeyesbulgedasthoughhemightsuddenlyhavebeenafflictedwithinsight.
“Idaresayyou’redullathome,”hesaid.“Anydayyou
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liketocomeanddinewithme,I’llgiveyouasgoodabottleofwineasyou’llgetinLondon.”
“MissJuneForsyte—Mr.JolyonForsyte!...Mr.Bo-swainey!...”
Swithinmovedhisarm,andsaidinarumblingvoice:
“Dinner,now—dinner!”HetookinIrene,onthe
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groundthathehadnotentertainedhersinceshewasabride.JunewastheportionofBosinney,whowasplacedbetweenIreneandhisfiancée.OntheothersideofJunewasJameswithMrs.Nicholas,thenoldJolyonwithMrs.James,NicholaswithHattyChessman,SoameswithMrs.Small,
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completing,thecircletoSwithinagain.
FamilydinnersoftheForsytesobservecertaintraditions.Thereare,forinstance,nohorsd’oeuvres.Thereasonforthisisunknown.Theoryamongtheyoungermemberstracesittothedisgracefulpriceofoysters;itismoreprobably
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duetoadesiretocometothepoint,toagoodpracticalsensedecidingatoncethathorsd’oeuvresarebutpoorthings.TheJamesesalone,unabletowithstandacustomalmostuniversalinParkLane,arenowandthenunfaithful.
Asilent,almostmorose,inattentiontoeachother
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succeedstothesubsidenceintotheirseats,lastingtillwellintothefirstentree,butinterspersedwithremarkssuchas,“Tom’sbadagain;Ican’ttellwhat’sthematterwithhim!”“IsupposeAnndoesn’tcomedowninthemornings?”—“What’sthenameofyourdoctor,Fanny?”“Stubbs?”“He’sa
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quack!”—“Winifred?She’sgottoomanychildren.Four,isn’tit?She’sasthinasalath!”—“Whatd’yougiveforthissherry,Swithin?Toodryforme!”
Withthesecondglassofchampagne,akindofhummakesitselfheard,which,whendivestedofcasualaccessoriesandresolvedinto
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itsprimalelement,isfoundtobeJamestellingastory,andthisgoesonforalongtime,encroachingsometimesevenuponwhatmustuniversallyberecognisedasthecrowningpointofaForsytefeast—“thesaddleofmutton.”
NoForsytehasgivenadinnerwithoutprovidinga
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saddleofmutton.Thereissomethinginitssucculentsoliditywhichmakesitsuitabletopeople“ofacertainposition.”Itisnourishingandtasty;thesortofthingamanrememberseating.Ithasapastandafuture,likeadepositpaidintoabank;anditissomethingthatcanbearguedabout.
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Eachbranchofthefamilytenaciouslyheldtoaparticularlocality—oldJolyonswearingbyDartmoor,JamesbyWelsh,SwithinbySouthdown,Nicholasmaintainingthatpeoplemightsneer,buttherewasnothinglikeNewZealand!AsforRoger,the“original”ofthebrothers,he
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hadbeenobligedtoinventalocalityofhisown,andwithaningenuityworthyofamanwhohaddevisedanewprofessionforhissons,hehaddiscoveredashopwheretheysoldGerman;onbeingremonstratedwith,hehadprovedhispointbyproducingabutcher’sbill,whichshowedthathepaidmore
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thananyoftheothers.ItwasonthisoccasionthatoldJolyon,turningtoJune,hadsaidinoneofhisburstsofphilosophy:
“Youmaydependuponit,they’reacrankylot,theForsytes—andyou’llfinditout,asyougrowolder!”
Timothyaloneheldapart,forthoughheatesaddleof
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muttonheartily,hewas,hesaid,afraidofit.
ToanyoneinterestedpsychologicallyinForsytes,thisgreatsaddle-of-muttontraitisofprimeimportance;notonlydoesitillustratetheirtenacity,bothcollectivelyandasindividuals,butitmarksthemasbelonginginfibreandinstinctstothatgreat
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classwhichbelievesinnourishmentandflavour,andyieldstonosentimentalcravingforbeauty.
Youngermembersofthefamilyindeedwouldhavedonewithoutajointaltogether,preferringguineafowl,orlobstersalad—somethingwhichappealedtotheimagination,andhadless
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nourishment—butthesewerefemales;or,ifnot,hadbeencorruptedbytheirwives,orbymothers,whohavingbeenforcedtoeatsaddleofmuttonthroughouttheirmarriedlives,hadpassedasecrethostilitytowardsitintothefibreoftheirsons.
Thegreatsaddle-of-muttoncontroversyatanend,
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aTewkesburyhamcommenced,togetherwiththeleasttouchofWestIndian—Swithinwassolongoverthiscoursethathecausedablockintheprogressofthedinner.Todevotehimselftoitwithbetterheart,hepausedinhisconversation.
FromhisseatbyMrs.SeptimusSmall,Soameswas
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watching.Hehadareasonofhisownconnectedwithapetbuildingscheme,forobservingBosinney.Thearchitectmightdoforhispurpose;helookedclever,ashesatleaningbackinhischair,moodilymakinglittlerampartswithbreadcrumbs.Soamesnotedhisdressclothestobewellcut,buttoo
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small,asthoughmademanyyearsago.
HesawhimturntoIreneandsaysomethingandherfacesparkleasheoftensawitsparkleatotherpeople—neverathimself.Hetriedtocatchwhattheyweresaying,butAuntJuleywasspeaking.
Hadn’tthatalwaysseemedveryextraordinaryto
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Soames?OnlylastSundaydearMr.Scole,hadbeensowittyinhissermon,sosarcastic,“Forwhat,”hehadsaid,“shallitprofitamanifhegainhisownsoul,butloseallhisproperty?”That,hehadsaid,wasthemottoofthemiddle-class;now,whathadhemeantb