man of property-第15章
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e side aisles for five or ten minutes； scrutinizing the names and epitaphs on the monuments。 The attraction for him of this great church was inexplicable； unless it enabled him to concentrate his thoughts on the business of the day。 If any affair of particular moment； or demanding peculiar acuteness； was weighing on his mind； he invariably went in； to wander with mouse…like attention from epitaph to epitaph。 Then retiring in the same noiseless way； he would hold steadily on up Cheapside； a thought more of dogged purpose in his gait； as though he had seen something which he had made up his mind to buy。
He went in this morning； but； instead of stealing from monument to monument； turned his eyes upwards to the columns and spacings of the walls； and remained motionless。
His uplifted face； with the awed and wistful look which faces take on themselves in church； was whitened to a chalky hue in the vast building。 His gloved hands were clasped in front over the handle of his umbrella。 He lifted them。 Some sacred inspiration perhaps had come to him。
'Yes；' he thought； 'I must have room to hang my pictures。
That evening； on his return from the City； he called at Bosinney's office。 He found the architect in his shirt…sleeves； smoking a pipe； and ruling off lines on a plan。 Soames refused a drink； and came at once to the point。
〃If you've nothing better to do on Sunday； come down with me to Robin Hill； and give me your opinion on a building site。〃
〃Are you going to build？〃
〃Perhaps；〃 said Soames； 〃but don't speak of it。 I just want your opinion。〃
〃Quite so；〃 said the architect。
Soames peered about the room。
〃You're rather high up here；〃 he remarked。
Any information he could gather about the nature and scope of Bosinney's business would be all to the good。
〃It does well enough for me so far；〃 answered the architect。 〃You're accustomed to the swells。〃
He knocked out his pipe； but replaced it empty between his teeth； it assisted him perhaps to carry on the conversation。 Soames noted a hollow in each cheek； made as it were by suction。
〃What do you pay for an office like this？〃 said he。
〃Fifty too much；〃 replied Bosinney。
This answer impressed Soames favourably。
〃I suppose it is dear；〃 he said。 〃I'll call for youon Sunday about eleven。〃 。
The following Sunday therefore he called for Bosinney in a hansom； and drove him to the station。 On arriving at Robin Hill； they found no cab； and started to walk the mile and a half to the site。
It was the 1st of Augusta perfect day； with a burning sun and cloudless skyand in the straight； narrow road leading up the hill their feet kicked up a yellow dust。
〃Gravel soil；〃 remarked Soames； and sideways he glanced at the coat Bosinney wore。 Into the side…pockets of this coat were thrust bundles of papers； and under one arm was carried a queer… looking stick。 Soames noted these and other peculiarities。
No one but a clever man； or； indeed； a buccaneer； would have taken such liberties with his appearance； and though these eccentricities were revolting to Soames； he derived a certain satisfaction from them； as evidence of qualities by which he must inevitably profit。 If the fellow could build houses； what did his clothes matter？
〃I told you；〃 he said； 〃that I want this house to be a surprise； so don't say anything about it。 I never talk of my affairs until they're carried through。〃
Bosinney nodded。
〃Let women into your plans；〃 pursued Soames； 〃and you never know where it'll end。〃
〃Ah！〃 Said Bosinney； 〃women are the devil！〃
This feeling had long been at thebottom of Soames's heart； he had never； however； put it into words。
〃Oh！〃 he Muttered； 〃so you're beginning to。。。。〃 He stopped； but added； with an uncontrollable burst of spite： 〃June's got a temper of her ownalways had。〃
〃A temper's not a bad thing in an angel。〃
Soames had never called Irene an angel。 He could not so have violated his best instincts； letting other people into the secret of her value； and giving himself away。 He made no reply。
They had struck into a half…made road across a warren。 A cart…track led at right…angles to a gravel pit； beyond which the chimneys of a cottage rose amongst a clump of trees at the border of a thick wood。 Tussocks of feathery grass covered the rough surface of the ground； and out of these the larks soared into the hate of sunshine。 On the far horizon； over a countless succession of fields and hedges； rose a line of downs。
Soames led till they had crossed to the far side； and there he stopped。 It was the chosen site； but now that he was about to divulge the spot to another he had become uneasy。
〃The agent lives in that cottage；〃 he said； 〃he'll give us some lunchwe'd better have lunch before we go into this matter。〃
He again took the lead to the cottage； where the agent； a tall man named Oliver； with a heavy face and grizzled beard； welcomed them。 During lunch； which Soames hardly touched； he kept looking at Bosinney； and once or twice passed his silk handkerchief stealthily over his forehead。 The meal came to an end at last； and Bosinney rose。
〃I dare say you've got business to talk over；〃 he said； 〃I'll just go and nose about a bit。〃 Without waiting for a reply he strolled out。
Soames was solicitor to this estate； and he spent nearly an hour in the agent's company； looking at ground…plans and discussing the Nicholl and other mortgages； it was as it were by an afterthought that he brought up the question of the building site。
〃Your people；〃 he said； 〃ought to come down in their price to me； considering that I shall be the first to build。〃
Oliver shook his head。
The site you've fixed on； Sir； he said； 〃is the cheapest we've got。 Sites at the top of the slope are dearer by a good bit。〃
〃Mind；〃 said Soames；〃 I've not decided； it's quite possible I shan't build at all。 The ground rent's very high。〃
〃Well； Mr。 Forsyte； I shall be sorry if you go off； and I think you'll make a mistake； Sir。 There's not a bit of land near London with such a view as this； nor one that's cheaper； all things considered； we've only to advertise； to get a mob of people after it。〃
They looked at each other。 Their faces said very plainly： 'I respect you as a man of business； and you can't expect me to believe a word you say。'
Well； repeated Soames； 〃I haven't made up my mind； the thing will very likely go off！〃 With these words； taking up his umbrella； he put his chilly hand into the agent's； withdrew it without the faintest pressure； and went out into the sun。
He walked slowly back towards the site in deep thought。 His instinct told him that what the agent had said was true。 A cheap site。 And the beauty of it was； that he knew the agent did not really think it cheap； so that his own intuitive knowledge was a victory over the agent's。
'Cheap or not； I mean to have it；' he thought。
The larks sprang up in front of his feet； the air was full of butterflies； a sweet fragrance rose from the wild grasses。 The sappy scent of the bracken stole forth from the wood； where； hidden in the depths； pigeons were cooing。； and from afar on the warm breeze； came the rhythmic chiming of church bells。
Soames walked with his eyes on the ground； his lips opening and closing as though in anticipation of a delicious morsel。 But when he arrived at the site； Bosinney was nowhere to be seen。 After waiting some little time； he crossed the warren in the direction of the slope。 He would have shouted； but dreaded the sound of his voice 。
The warren was as lonely as a prairie； its silence only broken by the rustle of rabbits bolting to their holes； and the song of the larks。
Soames； the pioneer…leader of the great Forsyte army advancing to the civilization of this wilderness； felt his spirit daunted by the loneliness； by the invisible singing； and the hot； sweet air。 He had begun to retrace his steps when he at last caught sight of Bosinney。
The architect was sprawling under a large oak tree； whose trunk； with a huge spread of bough and foliage； ragged with age； stood on the verge of the rise。
Soames had to touch him on the shoulder before he looked up。
〃Hallo！ Forsyte；〃 he said； 〃I've found the very place
