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repared to drink anything。  He longed to inform Irene of the taste in his mouthshe was so sympatheticbut it would not be a; distinguished thing to do; he rolled his tongue round; and faintly smacked it against his palate。

In a far corner of the tent Adolf was bending his cat…like moustaches over a kettle。  He left it at once to draw the cork of a pint…bottle of champagne。  Swithin smiled; and; nodding at Bosinney; said: 〃Why; you're quite a Monte Cristo!〃  This celebrated novelone of the half…dozen he had readhad produced an extraordinary impression on his mind。

Taking his glass from the table; he held it away from him to scrutinize the colour; thirsty as he was; it was not likely that he was going to drink trash!  Then; placing it to his lips; he took a sip。

〃A very nice wine;〃 he said at last; passing it before his nose; 〃not the equal of my Heidsieck!〃

It was at this moment that the idea came to him which he afterwards imparted at Timothy's in this nutshell: 〃I shouldn't wonder a bit if that architect chap were sweet upon Mrs。 Soames!〃

And from this moment his pale; round eyes never ceased to bulge with the interest of his discovery。

〃The fellow;〃 he said to Mrs。 Septimus; 〃follows her about with his eyes like a dogthe bumpy beggar!  I don't wonder at it she's a very charming woman; and; I should say; the pink of discretion!〃  A vague consciousness of; perfume caging about Irene; like that from a flower with half…closed petals and a passionate heart; moved him to the creation of this image。  〃But I wasn't sure of it;〃 he said; 〃till I saw him pick up her handkerchief。〃

Mrs。 Small's eyes boiled with excitement。

〃And did he give it her back?〃 she asked。

〃Give it back?〃 said Swithin: 〃I saw him slobber on it when he thought I wasn't looking!

Mrs。 Small gaspedtoo interested to speak。

〃But she gave him no encouragement;〃 went on Swithin; he stopped; and stared for a minute or two in the way that alarmed Aunt Hester sohe had suddenly recollected that; as they were starting back in the…phaeton; she had given Bosinney her hand a second time; and let it stay there too。。。。  He had touched his horses smartly with the whip; anxious to get her all to himself。 But she had looked back; and she had not answered his first question; neither had he been able to see her faceshe had kept it hanging down。

There is somewhere a picture; which Swithin has not seen; of a man sitting on a rock; and by him; immersed in the still; green water; a sea…nymph lying on her back; with her hand on her naked breast。  She has a half…smile on her facea smile of hopeless surrender and of secret joy。

Seated by Swithin's side; Irene may have been smiling like that。

When; warmed by champagne; he had her all to himself; he unbosomed himself of his wrongs; of his smothered resentment against the new chef at the club; his worry over the house in Wigmore Street; where the rascally tenant had gone bankrupt through helping his brother…in…law as if charity did not begin at home; of his deafness; too; and that pain he sometimes got in his right side。  She listened; her eyes swimming under their lids。 He thought she was thinking deeply of his troubles; and pitied himself terribly。  Yet in his fur coat; with frogs across the breast; his top hat aslant; driving this beautiful woman; he had never felt more distinguished。

A coster; however; taking his girl for a Sunday airing; seemed to have the same impression about himself。  This person had flogged his donkey into a gallop alongside; and sat; upright as a waxwork; in his shallopy chariot; his chin settled pompously on a red handkerchief; like Swithin's on his full cravat; while his girl; with the ends of a fly…blown boa floating out behind; aped a woman of fashion。  Her swain moved a stick with a ragged bit of string dangling from the end; reproducing with strange fidelity the circular flourish of Swithin's whip; and rolled his head at his lady with a leer that had a weird likeness to Swithin's primeval stare。

Though for a time unconscious of the lowly ruffian's presence; Swithin presently took it into his head that he was being guyed。 He laid his whip…lash across the mares flank。  The two chariots; however; by some unfortunate fatality continued abreast。 Swithin's yellow; puffy face grew red; he raised his whip to lash the costermonger; but was saved from so far forgetting his dignity by a special intervention of Providence。  A carriage driving out through a gate forced phaeton and donkey…cart into proximity; the wheels grated; the lighter vehicle skidded; and was overturned。

Swithin did not look round。  On no account would he have pulled up to help the ruffian。  Serve him right if he had broken his neck!

But he could not if he would。  The greys had taken alarm。  The phaeton swung from side to side; and people raised frightened faces as they went dashing past。  Swithin's great arms; stretched at full length; tugged at the reins。  His cheeks were puffed; his lips compressed; his swollen face was of a dull; angry red。

Irene had her hand on the rail; and at every lurch she gripped it tightly。  Swithin heard her ask:

〃Are we going to have an accident; Uncle Swithin?〃

He gasped out between his pants: 〃It's nothing; alittle fresh!〃

〃I've never been in an accident。〃

Don't you move!〃 He took a look ather。  She was smiling; perfectly calm。  〃Sit still;〃 he repeated。  〃Never fear; I'll get you home!〃

And in the midst of all his terrible efforts; he was surprised to hear her answer in a voice not like her own:

〃I don't care if I never get home!〃

The carriage giving a terrific lurch; Swithin's exclamation was jerked back into his throat。  The horses; winded by the rise of a hill; now steadied to a trot; and finally stopped of their own accord。

〃When〃Swithin described it at Timothy's〃I pulled 'em up; there she was as cool as myself。  God bless my soul! she behaved as if she didn't care whether she broke her neck or not!  What was it she said: 'I don't care if I never get home?〃  Leaning over the handle of his cane; he wheezed out; to Mrs。 Small's terror: 〃And I'm not altogether surprised; with a finickin' feller like young Soames for a husband!〃

It did not occur to him to wonder what Bosinney had done after they had left him there alone; whether he had gone wandering about like the dog to which Swithin had compared him; wandering down to that copse where the spring was still in riot; the cuckoo still calling from afar; gone down there with her handkerchief pressed to lips; its fragrance mingling with the scent of mint and thyme。  Gone down there with such a wild; exquisite pain in his heart that he could have cried out among the trees。  Or what; indeed; the fellow had done。  In fact; till he came to Timothy's; Swithin had forgotten all about him。




CHAPTER IV

JAMES GOES TO SEE FOR HIMSELF


Those ignorant of Forsyte 'Change would not; perhaps; foresee all the stir made by Irene's visit to the house。

After Swithin had related at Timothy's the full story of his memorable drive; the same; with the least suspicion of curiosity; the merest touch of malice; and a real desire to do good; was passed on to June。

〃And what a dreadful thing to say; my dear!〃 ended Aunt Juley; 〃that about not going home。  What did she mean?〃

It was a strange recital for the girl。  She heard it flushing painfully; and; suddenly; with a curt handshake; took her departure。

〃Almost rude!〃 Mrs。 Small said to Aunt Hester; when June was gone。

The proper construction was put on her reception of the news。 She was upset。  Something was therefore very wrong。  Odd!  She and Irene had been such friends!

It all tallied too well with whispers and hints that had been going about for some time past。  Recollections of Euphemia's account of the visit to the theatreMr。 Bosinney always at Soames's?  Oh; indeed!  Yes; of course; he would be about the house!  Nothing open。  Only upon the greatest; the most important provocation was it necessary to say anything open on Forsyte 'Change。  This machine was too nicely adjusted; a hint; the merest trifling expression of regret or doubt; sufficed to set the family soul so sympatheticvibrating。  No one desired that harm should come of these v

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