man of property-第13章
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airs； but he must be getting a very warm man。 He had a capital income from the businessfor Soames； like his father； was a member of that well…known firm of solicitors； Forsyte； Bustard and Forsyteand had always been very careful。 He had done quite unusually well with some mortgages he had taken up； tooa little timely foreclosuremost lucky hits！
There was no reason why Irene should not be happy； yet they said she'd been asking for a separate room。 He knew where that ended。 It wasn't as if Soames drank；
James looked at his daughter…in…law。 That unseen glance of his was cold and dubious。 Appeal and fear were in it； and a sense of personal grievance。 Why should he be worried like this？ It was very likely all nonsense； women were funny things！ They exaggerated so； you didn't know what to believe； and then； nobody told him anything； he had to find out everything for himself。 Again he looked furtively at Irene； and across from her to Soames。 The latter； listening to Aunt Juley； was looking up； under his brows in the direction of Bosinney。
'He's fond of her； I know；' thought James。 'Look at the way he's always giving her things。'
And the extraordinary unreasonableness of her disaffection struck him with increased force。
It was a pity； too； she was a taking little thing； and he； James； would be really quite fond of her if she'd only let him。 She had taken up lately with June； that was doing her no good； that was certainly doing her no good。 She was getting to have opinions of her own。 He didn't know what she wanted with anything of the sort。 She'd a good home； and everything she could wish for。 He felt that her friends ought to be chosen for her。 To go on like this was dangerous。
June； indeed； with her habit of championing the unfortunate； had dragged from Irene a confession； and； in return； had preached the necessity of facing the evil； by separation； if need be。 But in the face of these exhortations； Irene had kept a brooding silence； as though she found terrible the thought of this struggle carried through in cold blood。 He would never give her up； she had said to June。
〃Who cares？〃 June cried； 〃let him do what he likesyou've only to stick to it！〃 And she had not scrupled to say something of this sort at Timothy's； James； when he heard of it； had felt a natural indignation and horror。
What if Irene were to take it into her head tohe could hardly frame the thoughtto leave Soames？ But he felt this thought so unbearable that he at once put it away； the shady visions it conjured up； the sound of family tongues buzzing in his ears； the horror of the conspicuous happening so close to him； to one of his own children！ Luckily； she had no moneya beggarly fifty pound a year！ And he thought of the deceased Heron； who had had nothing to leave her； with contempt。 Brooding over his glass； his long legs twisted under the table； he quite omitted to rise when the ladies left the room。 He would have to speak to Soames… …would have to put him on his guard； they could not go on like this； now that such a contingency had occurred to him。 And he noticed with sour disfavour that June had left her wine…glasses full of wine。
'That little； thing's at the bottom of it all；' he mused； 'Irene'd never have thought of it herself。' James was a man of imagination。
The voice of Swithin roused him from his reverie。
〃I gave four hundred pounds for it；〃 he was saying。 〃Of course it's a regular work of art。〃
〃Four hundred！ H'm！ that's a lot of money！〃 chimed in Nicholas。
The object alluded to was an elaborate group of statuary in Italian marble； which； placed upon a lofty stand （also of marble）； diffused an atmosphere of culture throughout the room。 The subsidiary figures； of which there were six； female； nude； and of highly ornate workmanship； were all pointing towards the central figure； also nude； and female； who was pointing at herself； and all this gave the observer a very pleasant sense of her extreme value。 Aunt Juley； nearly opposite； had had the greatest difficulty in not looking； at it all the evening。
Old Jolyon spoke； it was he who had started the discussion。；
〃Four hundred fiddlesticks！ Don't tell me you gave four hundred for that？〃
Between the points of his collar Swithin's chin made the second painful oscillatory movement of the evening。〃
Four…hundred…pounds； of English money； not a farthing less。 I don't regret it。 It's not common Englishit's genuine modern Italian！〃
Soames raised the comer of his lip in a smile； and looked across at Bosinney。 The architect was grinning behind the fumes of his cigarette。 Now； indeed； he looked more like a buccaneer。
〃There's a lot of work about it；〃 remarked James hastily； who was really moved by the size of the group。 〃It'd sell well at Jobson's。〃
〃The poor foreign dey…vil that made it； 〃went on Swithin；〃 asked me five hundredI gave him four。 It's worth eight。 Looked half…starved； poor dey…vil！
〃Ah！〃 chimed in Nicholas suddenly； 〃poor； seedy…lookin' chaps； these artists； it's a wonder to me how they live。 Now； there's young Flageoletti； that Fanny and the girls are always hav'in' in； to play the fiddle； if he makes a hundred a year it's as much as ever he does！〃
James shook his head。 〃Ah！〃 he said； 〃I don't know how they live！〃
Old Jolyon had risen； and； cigar in mouth； went to inspect the group at close quarters。
〃Wouldn't have given two for it！〃 he pronounced at last。
Soames saw his father and Nicholas glance at each other anxiously； and； on the other side of Swithin； Bosinney； still shrouded in smoke。
'I wonder what he thinks of it？' thought Soames； who knew well enough that this group was hopelessly vieux jeu； hopelessly of the last generation。 There was no longer any sale at Jobson's for such works of art。
Swithin's answer came at last。 〃You never knew anything about a statue。 You've got your pictures； and that's all！〃
Old Jolyon walked back to his seat； puffing his cigar。 It was not likely that he was going to be drawn into an argument with an obstinate beggar like Swithin； pig…headed as a mule； who had never known a statue from a…straw hat。
〃Stucco！〃 was all he said。
It had long been physically impossible for Swithin to start； his fist came down on the table。
〃Stucco！ I should like to see anything you've got in your house half as good！〃
And behind his speech seemed to sound again that rumbling violence of primitive generations。
It was James who saved the situation。
〃Now； what do you say； Mr。 Bosinney？ You're an architect； you ought to know all about statues and things！〃
Every eye was turned upon Bosinney； all waited with a strange； suspicious look for his answer。
And Soames； speaking for the first time； 'asked：
〃Yes； Bosinney； what do you say？〃
Bosinney replied coolly：
〃The work is a remarkable one。〃
His words were addressed to Swithin； his eyes smiled slyly at old Jolyon； only Soames remained unsatisfied。
〃Remarkable for what？〃
〃For its naivete〃
The answer was followed by an impressive silence； Swithin alone was not sure whether a compliment was intended。
CHAPTER IV
PROJECTION OF THE HOUSE
Soames Forsyte walked out of his green…painted front door three days after the dinner at Swithin's； and looking back from across the Square； confirmed his impression that the house wanted painting。
He had left his wife sitting on the sofa in the drawing…room； her hands crossed in her lap； manifestly waiting for him to go out。 This was not unusual。 It happened； in fact； every day。
He could not understand what she found wrong with him。 It was not as if he drank！ Did he run into debt； or gamble； or swear； was he violent； were his friends rackety； did he stay out at night？ On the contrary。
The profound； subdued aversion which he felt in his wife was a mystery to him； and a source of the most terrible irritation。 That she had made a mistake； and did not love him； had tried to love him and could not love him； was obviously no reason。
He that could imagine so outlandish a cause for his wife's not getting on with him was certainly no Forsyte。
Soames was forced； therefore； to set the blame entirely down to his wife。 He had never met a w
