man of property-第11章
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d there were countless subsequent occasions when she had sat immense periods of time to amuse sick people； children； and other helpless persons； and she could never divest herself of the feeling that the world was the most ungrateful place anybody could live in。 Sunday after Sunday she sat at the feet of that extremely witty preacher； the Rev。 Thomas Scoles； who exercised a great influence over her； but she succeeded in convincing everybody that even this was a misfortune。 She had passed into a proverb in the family； and when anybody was observed to be peculiarly distressing； he was known as a regular 'Juley。' The habit of her mind would have killed anybody but a Forsyte at forty； but she was seventy…two； and had never looked better。 And one felt that there were capacities for enjoyment about her which might yet come out。 She owned three canaries； the cat Tommy； and half a parrotin common with her sister Hester；and these poor creatures （kept carefully out of Timothy's wayhe was nervous about animals）； unlike human beings； recognising that she could not help being blighted； attached themselves to her passionately。
She was sombrely magnificent this evening in black bombazine； with a mauve front cut in a shy triangle； and crowned with a black velvet ribbon round the base of her thin throat； black and
mauve for evening wear was esteemed very chaste by nearly every Forsyte。
Pouting at Swithin； she said：
〃Ann has been asking for you。 You haven't been near us for an age！〃
Swithin put his thumbs within the armholes of his waistcoat； and replied：
〃Ann's getting very shaky； she ought to have a doctor！〃
〃Mr。 and Mrs。 Nicholas Forsyte！〃
Nicholas Forsyte； cocking his rectangular eyebrows； wore a smile。 He had succeeded during the day in bringing to fruition a scheme for the employment of a tribe from Upper India in the gold…mines of Ceylon。 A pet plan； carried at last in the teeth of great difficultieshe was justly pleased。 It would double the output of his mines； and； as he had often forcibly argued； all experience tended to show that a man must die； and whether he died of a miserable old age in his own country； or prematurely of damp in the bottom of a foreign mine； was surely of little consequence； provided that by a change in his mode of life he benefited the British Empire。
His ability was undoubted。 Raising his broken nose towards his listener； he would add：
〃For want of a few hundred of these fellows we haven't paid a dividend for years； and look at the price of the shares。 I can't get ten shillings for them。〃
He had been at Yarmouth； too； and had come back feeling that he had added at least ten years to his own life。 He grasped Swithin's hand； exclaiming in a jocular voice：
〃Well； so here we are again！〃
Mrs。 Nicholas； an effete woman； smiled a smile of frightened jollity behind his back。
〃Mr。 and Mrs。 James Forsyte！ Mr。 and Mrs。 Soames Forsyte！〃
Swithin drew his heels together； his deportment ever admirable。
〃Well； James； well Emily！ How are you； Soames？ How do you do？〃
His hand enclosed Irene's； and his eyes swelled。 She was a pretty womana little too pale； but her figure； her eyes； her teeth！ Too good for that chap Soames！
The gods had given Irene dark brown eyes and golden hair； that strange combination； provocative of men's glances； which is said to be the mark of a weak character。 And the full； soft pallor of her neck and shoulders； above a gold…coloured frock； gave to her personality an alluring strangeness。
Soames stood behind； his eyes fastened on his wife's neck。 The hands of Swithin's watch； which he still held open in his hand； had left eight behind； it was half an hour beyond his dinner…timehe had had no lunchand a strange primeval impatience surged up within him。
〃It's not like Jolyon to be late！〃 he said to Irene； with uncontrollable vexation。 〃I suppose it'll be June keeping him！〃
〃People in love are always late；〃 she answered。
Swithin stared at her； a dusky orange dyed his cheeks。
〃They've no business to be。 Some fashionable nonsense！〃
And behind this outburst the inarticulate violence of primitive generations seemed to mutter and grumble。
〃Tell me what you think of my new star； Uncle Swithin；〃 said Irene softly。
Among the lace in the bosom of her dress was shining a five…pointed star； made of eleven diamonds。 Swithin looked at the star。 He had a pretty taste in stones； no question could have been more sympathetically devised to distract his attention。
〃Who gave you that？〃 he asked。
〃Soames。〃
There was no change in her face； but Swithin's pale eyes bulged as though he might suddenly have been afflicted with insight。
〃I dare say you're dull at home；〃 he said。 〃Any day you like to come and dine with me； I'll give you as good a bottle of wine as you'll get in London。〃
Miss June ForsyteMr。 Jolyon Forsyte！。。。 Mr。 Boswainey！。。。〃
Swithin moved his arm； and said in a rumbling voice：
〃Dinner； nowdinner！〃
He took in Irene； on the ground that he had not entertained her since she was a bride。 June was the portion of Bosinney； who was placed between Irene and his fiancee。 On the other side of June was James with Mrs。 Nicholas； then old Jolyon with Mrs。 James； Nicholas with Hatty Chessman； Soames with Mrs。 Small； completing； the circle to Swithin again。
Family dinners of the Forsytes observe certain traditions。 There are； for instance； no hors d'oeuvre。 The reason for this is unknown。 Theory among the younger members traces it to the disgraceful price of oysters； it is more probably due to a desire to come to the point； to a good practical sense deciding at once that hors d'oeuvre are but poor things。 The Jameses alone； unable to withstand a custom almost universal in Park Lane； are now and then unfaithful。
A silent； almost morose； inattention to each other succeeds to the subsidence into their seats； lasting till well into the first entree； but interspersed with remarks such as； 〃Tom's bad again； I can't tell what's the matter with him！〃 〃I suppose Ann doesn't come down in the mornings？〃〃What's the name of your doctor； Fanny？ 〃Stubbs？ He's a quack！〃〃Winifred？ She's got too many children。 Four； isn't it？ She's as thin as a lath！〃〃What d'you give for this sherry； Swithin？ Too dry for me！〃
With the second glass of champagne； a kind of hum makes itself heard； which； when divested of casual； accessories and resolved into its primal element； is found to be James telling a story； and this goes on for a long time； encroaching sometimes even upon what must universally be recognised as the crowning point of a Forsyte feast'the saddle of mutton。'
No Forsyte has given a dinner without providing a saddle of mutton。 There is something in its succulent solidity which makes it suitable to people 'of a certain position。' It is nourishing and tasty； the sort of thing a man remembers eating。 It has a past and a future； like a deposit paid into a bank； and it is something that can be argued about。
Each branch of the family tenaciously held to a particular localityold Jolyon swearing by Dartmoor； James by Welsh； Swithin by Southdown； Nicholas maintaining that people might sneer； but there was nothing like New Zealand！ As for Roger； the 'original' of the brothers； he had been obliged to invent a locality of his own； and with an ingenuity worthy of a man who had devised a new profession for his sons； he had discovered a shop where they sold German； on being remonstrated with； he had proved his point by producing a butcher's bill； which showed that he paid more than any of the others。 It was on this occasion that old Jolyon； turning to June； had said in one of his bursts of philosophy：
〃You may depend upon it； they're a cranky lot； the Forsytesand you'll find it out； as you grow older！〃
Timothy alone held apart； for though he ate saddle of mutton heartily； he was； he said； afraid of it。
To anyone interested psychologically in Forsytes； this great saddle…of…mutton trait is of prime importance； not only does it illustrate their tenacity； both collectively and as individuals； but it marks them as belonging in fibre and instincts to that great class which believes in nourishment and flavour； and yi
