man of property-第41章
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； and now that she was gone； they were coming far more frequently to The Bower； and staying longer。
Swithin had been the first to arrive； and seated torpid in a red satin chair with a gilt back； he gave every appearance of lasting the others out。 And symbolizing Bosinney's name 'the big one；' with his great stature and bulk； his thick white hair； his puffy immovable shaven face； he looked more primeval than ever in the highly upholstered room。
His conversation； as usual of late； had turned at once upon Irene； and he had lost no time in giving Aunts Juley and Hester his opinion with regard to this rumour he heard was going about。 Noas he saidshe might want a bit of flirtationa pretty woman must have her fling； but more than that he did not believe。 Nothing open； she had too much good sense； too much proper appreciation of what was due to her position； and to the family！ No sc。。。； he was going to say 'scandal' but the very idea was so preposterous that he waved his hand as though to say'but let that pass！'
Granted that Swithin took a bachelor's view of the situation still what indeed was not due to that family in which so many had done so well for themselves； had attained a certain position？ If he had heard in dark； pessimistic moments the words 'yeomen' and 'very small beer' used in connection with his origin； did he believe them？
No！ he cherished； hugging it pathetically to his bosom； the secret theory that there was something distinguished somewhere in his ancestry。
〃Must be；〃 he once said to young Jolyon； before the latter went to the bad。 〃Look at us； we've got on！ There must be good blood in us somewhere。〃
He had been fond of young Jolyon： the boy had been in a good set at College； had； known that old ruffian Sir Charles Fiste's sonsa pretty rascal one of them had turned out； too； and there was style about himit was a thousand pities he had run off with that half…foreign governess！ If he must go off like that why couldn't he have chosen someone who would have done them credit！ And what was he now？an underwriter at Lloyd's； they said he even painted picturespictures！ Damme！ he might have ended as Sir Jolyon Forsyte； Bart。； with a seat in Parliament； and a place in the country！
It was Swithin who； following the impulse which sooner or later urges thereto some member of every great family； went to the Heralds' Office； where they assured him that he was undoubtedly of the same family as the well…known Forsites with an 'i；' whose arms were 'three dexter buckles on a sable ground gules；' hoping no doubt to get him to take them up。
Swithin； however； did not do this； but having ascertained that the crest was a 'pheasant proper；' and the motto 'For Forsite；' he had the pheasant proper placed upon his carriage and the buttons of his coachman； and both crest and motto on his writing…paper。 The arms he hugged to himself； partly because； not having paid for them； he thought it would look ostentatious to put them on his carriage； and he hated ostentation； and partly because he； like any practical man all over the country； had a secret dislike and contempt for things he could not understand he found it hard； as anyone might； to swallow 'three dexter buckles on a sable ground gules。'
He never forgot； however； their having told him that if he paid for them he would be entitled to use them； and it strengthened his conviction that he was a gentleman。 Imperceptibly the rest of the family absorbed the 'pheasant proper；' and some； more serious than others； adopted the motto； old Jolyon； however； refused to use the latter； saying that it was humbug meaning nothing； so far as he could see。
Among the older generation it was perhaps known at bottom from what great historical event they derived their crest； and if pressed on the subject； sooner than tell a liethey did not like telling lies； having an impression that only Frenchmen and Russians told themthey would confess hurriedly that Swithin had got hold of it somehow。
Among the younger generation the matter was wrapped in a discretion proper。 They did not want to hurt the feelings of their elders； nor to feel ridiculous themselves； they simply used the crest。。。。
〃No；〃 said Swithin； 〃he had had an opportunity of seeing for himself； and what he should say was； that there was nothing in her manner to that young Buccaneer or Bosinney or whatever his name was； different from her manner to himself； in fact； he should rather say。。。。〃 But here the entrance of Frances and Euphemia put an unfortunate stop to the conversation； for this was not a subject which could be discussed before young people。
And though Swithin was somewhat upset at being stopped like this on the point of saying something important； he soon recovered his affability。 He was rather fond of FrancesFrancie； as she was called in the family。 She was so smart； and they told him she made a pretty little pot of pin…money by her songs； he called it very clever of her。
He rather prided himself indeed on a liberal attitude towards women； not seeing any reason why they shouldn't paint pictures； or write tunes； or books even； for the matter of that； especially if they could turn a useful penny by it； not at allkept them out of mischief。 It was not as if they were men！
'Little Francie；' as she was usually called with good…natured contempt； was an important personage； if only as a standing illustration of the attitude of Forsytes towards the Arts。 She was not really 'little；' but rather tall； with dark hair for a Forsyte； which； together with a grey eye； gave her what was called 'a Celtic appearance。' She wrote songs with titles like 'Breathing Sighs；' or 'Kiss me； Mother； ere I die；' with a refrain like an anthem：
'Kiss me； Mother； ere I die； Kiss me…kiss me； Mother； ah！ Kiss； ah！ kiss me e…ere I… Kiss me； Mother； ere I d…d…die！'
She wrote the words to them herself； and other poems。 In lighter moments she wrote waltzes； one of which； the 'Kensington Coil；' was almost national to Kensington； having a sweet dip in it。
It was very original。 Then there were her 'Songs for Little People；' at once educational and witty； especially 'Gran'ma's Porgie；' and that ditty； almost prophetically imbued with the coming Imperial spirit； entitled 'Black him in his little eye。'
Any publisher would take these； and reviews like 'High Living；' and the 'Ladies' Genteel Guide' went into raptures over： 'Another of Miss Francie Forsyte's spirited ditties； sparkling and pathetic。 We ourselves were moved to tears and laughter。 Miss Forsyte should go far。'
With the true instinct of her breed； Francie had made a point of knowing the right peoplepeople who would write about her； and talk about her； and people in Society； tookeeping a mental register of just where to exert her fascinations； and an eye on that steady scale of rising prices； which in her mind's eye represented the future。 In this way she caused herself to be universally respected。
Once； at a time when her emotions were whipped by an attachment for the tenor of Roger's life； with its whole…hearted collection of house property； had induced in his only daughter a tendency towards passionshe turned to great and sincere work； choosing the sonata form； for the violin。 This was the only one of her productions that troubled the Forsytes。 They felt at once that it would not sell。
Roger； who liked having a clever daughter well enough； and often alluded to the amount of pocket…money she made for herself； was upset by this violin sonata。
〃Rubbish like that！〃 he called it。 Francie had borrowed young Flageoletti from Euphemia； to play it in the drawing…room at Prince's Gardens。
As a matter of fact Roger was right。 It was rubbish； but annoying！ the sort of rubbish that wouldn't sell。 As every Forsyte knows； rubbish that sells is not rubbish at allfar from it。
And yet； in spite of the sound common sense which fixed the worth of art at what it would fetch； some of the ForsytesAunt Hester； for instance； who had always been musicalcould not help regretting that Francie's music was not 'classical'； the same with her poems。 But then； as Aunt Hester said； they didn't see any poetry nowadays； all the poems were 'little light things。'
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