man of property-第33章
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ced to set the family soul so sympatheticvibrating。 No one desired that harm should come of these vibrationsfar from it； they were set in motion with the best intentions； with the feeling； that each member of the family had a stake in the family soul。
And much kindness lay at the bottom of the gossip； it would frequently result in visits of condolence being made； in accordance with the customs of Society； thereby conferring a real benefit upon the sufferers； and affording consolation to the sound； who felt pleasantly that someone at all events was suffering from that from which they themselves were not suffering。 In fact； it was simply a desire to keep things well…aired； the desire which animates the Public Press； that brought James； for instance； into communication with Mrs。 Septimus； Mrs。 Septimus； with the little Nicholases； the little Nicholases with who…knows…whom； and so on。 That great class to which they had risen； and now belonged； demanded a certain candour； a still more certain reticence。 This combination guaranteed their membership。
Many of the younger Forsytes felt； very naturally； and would openly declare； that they did not want their affairs pried into； but so powerful was the invisible； magnetic current of family gossip； that for the life of them they could not help knowing all about everything。 It was felt to be hopeless。
One of them （young Roger） had made an heroic attempt to free the rising generation； by speaking of Timothy as an 'old cat。' The effort had justly recoiled upon himself； the words； coming round in the most delicate way to Aunt Juley's ears； were repeated by her in a shocked voice to Mrs。 Roger； whence they returned again to young Roger。
And； after all； it was only the wrong…doers who suffered； as； for instance； George； when he lost all that money playing billiards； or young Roger himself； when he was so dreadfully near to marrying the girl to whom； it was whispered； he was already married by the laws of Nature； or again Irene； who was thought； rather than said； to be in danger。
All this was not only pleasant but salutary。 And it made so many hours go lightly at Timothy's in the Bayswater Road； so many hours that must otherwise have been sterile and heavy to those three who lived there； and Timothy's was but one of hundreds of such homes in this City of Londonthe homes of neutral persons of the secure classes； who are out of the battle themselves； and must find their reason for existing； in the battles of others。
But for the sweetness of family gossip； it must indeed have been lonely there。 Rumours and tales； reports； surmiseswere they not the children of the house； as dear and precious as the prattling babes the brother and sisters had missed in their own journey？ To talk about them； was as near as they could get to the possession of all those children and grandchildren； after whom their soft hearts yearned。 For though it is doubtful whether Timothy's heart yearned； it is indubitable that at the arrival of each fresh Forsyte child he was quite upset。
Useless for young Roger to say； 〃Old cat！〃 for Euphemia to hold up her hands and cry： 〃Oh！ those three！〃 and break into her silent laugh with the squeak at the end。 Useless； and not too kind。
The situation which at this stage might seem； and especially to Forsyte eyes； strangenot to say 'impossible'was； in view of certain facts； not so strange after all。 Some things had been lost sight of。 And first； in the security bred of many harmless marriages； it had been forgotten that Love is no hot…house flower； but a wild plant； born of a wet night； born of an hour of sunshine； sprung from wild seed； blown along the road by a wild wind。 A wild plant that； when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens； we call a flower； and when it blooms outside we call a weed； but； flower or weed； whose scent and colour are always； wild！ And furtherthe facts and figures of their own lives being against the perception of this truthit was not generally recognised by Forsytes that； where； this wild plant springs； men and women are but moths around the pale； flame…like blossom。
It was long since young Jolyon's escapadethere was danger of a tradition again arising that people in their position never cross the hedge to pluck that flower； that one could reckon on having love； like measles； once in due season； and getting over it comfortably for all timeas with measles； on a soothing mixture of butter and honeyin the arms of wedlock。
Of all those whom this strange rumour about Bosinney and Mrs。 Soames reached； James was the most affected。 He had long forgotten how he had hovered； lanky and pale； in side whiskers of chestnut hue； round Emily； in the days of his own courtship。 He had long forgotten the small house in the purlieus of Mayfair； where he had spent the early days of his married life； or rather； he had long forgotten the early days； not the small house；a Forsyte never forgot a househe had afterwards sold it at a clear profit of four hundred pounds。
He had long； forgotten those days； with their hopes and fears and
doubts about the prudence of the match （for Emily； though pretty； had nothing； and he himself at that time was making a bare thousand a year）； and that strange； irresistible attraction which had drawn him on； till he felt he must die if he could not marry the girl with the fair hair； looped so neatly back； the fair arms emerging from a skin…tight bodice； the fair form decorously shielded by a cage of really stupendous circumference。
James had passed through the fire； but he had passed also through the river of years which washes out the fire； he had experienced the saddest experience of allforgetfulness of what it was like to be in love。
Forgotten！ Forgotten so long； that he had forgotten even that he had forgotten。
And now this rumour had come upon him； this rumour about his son's wife； very vague； a shadow dodging among the palpable； straightforward appearances of things； unreal； unintelligible as a ghost； but carrying with it； like a ghost； inexplicable terror。
He tried to bring it home to his mind； but it was no more use than trying to apply to himself one of those tragedies he read of daily in his evening paper。 He simply could not。 There could be nothing in it。 It was all their nonsense。 She didn't get on with Soames as well as she might； but she was a good little thinga good little thing！
Like the not inconsiderable majority of men； James relished a nice little bit of scandal； and would say； in a matter…of…fact tone； licking his lips； 〃Yes； yesshe and young Dyson； they tell me they're living at Monte Carlo！〃
But the significance of an affair of this sortof its past； its present； or its futurehad never struck him。 What it meant； what torture and raptures had gone to its construction； what slow； overmastering fate had lurked within the facts； very naked； sometimes sordid； but generally spicy； presented to his gaze。 He was not in the habit of blaming； praising； drawing deductions； or generalizing at all about such things； he simply listened rather greedily； and repeated what he was told； finding considerable benefit from the practice； as from the consumption of a sherry and bitters before a meal。
Now； however； that such a thingor rather the rumour； the breath of ithad come near him personally； he felt as in a fog； which filled his mouth full of a bad； thick flavour； and made it difficult to draw breath。
A scandal！ A possible scandal！
To repeat this word to himself thus was the only way in which he could focus or make it thinkable。 He had forgotten the sensations necessary for understanding the progress； fate； or meaning of any such business； he simply could no longer grasp the possibilities of people running any risk for the sake of passion。
Amongst all those persons of his acquaintance； who went into the City day after day and did their business there； whatever it was； and in their leisure moments bought shares； and houses； and ate dinners； and played games； as he was told； it would have seemed to him ridiculous to suppose that there were any who would run risks for the sake of anything so recondite； so figurative； as passion。
Passion！ He seemed； indeed；
