man of property-第48章
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rapidly； in a low voice； the words 'That man' reached Dartie。 He stood stubbornly by the cab step； waiting for her to come back。 He knew a trick worth two of that！
Here； in the lamp…light； his figure （no more than medium height）； well squared in its white evening waistcoat； his light overcoat flung over his arm； a pink flower in his button…hole； and on his dark face that look of confident； good…humoured insolence； he was at his besta thorough man of the world。
Winifred was already in her cab。 Dartie reflected that Bosinney would have a poorish time in that cab if he didn't look sharp！ Suddenly he received a push which nearly overturned him in the road。 Bosinney's voice hissed in his ear： 〃I am taking Irene back； do you understand？〃 He saw a face white with passion； and eyes that glared at him like a wild cat's。
〃Eh？〃 he stammered。 〃What？ Not a bit。 You take my wife！〃
〃Get away！〃 hissed Bosinney〃or I'll throw you into the road！〃
Dartie recoiled； he saw as plainly as possible that the fellow meant it。 In the space he made Irene had slipped by； her dress brushed his legs。 Bosinney stepped in after her。
〃Go on！〃 he heard the Buccaneer cry。 The cabman flicked his horse。 It sprang forward。
Dartie stood for a moment dumbfounded； then； dashing at the cab where his wife sat； he scrambled in。
〃Drive on！〃 he shouted to the driver； 〃and don't you lose sight of that fellow in front！〃
Seated by his wife's side； he burst into imprecations。 Calming himself at last with a supreme effort； he added： 〃A pretty mess you've made of it； to let the Buccaneer drive home with her； why on earth couldn't you keep hold of him？ He's mad with love； any fool can see that！〃
He drowned Winifred's rejoinder with fresh calls to the Almighty； nor was it until they reached Barnes that he ceased a Jeremiad； in the course of which he had abused her； her father； her brother； Irene； Bosinney； the name of Forsyte； his own children； and cursed the day when he had ever married。
Winifred； a woman of strong character； let him have his say； at the end of which he lapsed into sulky silence。 His angry eyes never deserted the back of that cab； which； like a lost chance； haunted the darkness in front of him。
Fortunately he could not hear Bosinney's passionate pleading that pleading which the man of the world's conduct had let loose like a flood； he could not see Irene shivering； as though some garment had been torn from her； nor her eyes； black and mournful； like the eyes of a beaten child。 He could not hear Bosinney entreating； entreating； always entreating； could not hear her sudden； soft weeping； nor see that poor； hungry…looking devil； awed and trembling； humbly touching her hand。
In Montpellier Square their cabman； following his instructions to the letter； faithfully drew up behind the cab in front。 The Darties saw Bosinney spring out； and Irene follow； and hasten up the steps with bent head。 She evidently had her key in her hand； for she disappeared at once。 It was impossible to tell whether she had turned to speak to Bosinney。
The latter came walking past their cab； both husband and wife had an admirable view of his face in the light of a street lamp。 It was working with violent emotion。
〃Good…night； Mr。 Bosinney！〃 called Winifred。
Bosinney started； clawed off his hat； and hurried on。 He had obviously forgotten their existence。
〃There！〃 said Dartie； 〃did you see the beast's face？ What did I say？ Fine games！〃 He improved the occasion。
There had so clearly been a crisis in the cab that Winifred was unable to defend her theory。
She said： 〃I shall say nothing about it。 I don't see any use in making a fuss！〃
With that view Dartie at once concurred； looking upon James as a private preserve； he disapproved of his being disturbed by the troubles of others。
〃Quite right；〃 he said； 〃let Soames look after himself。 He's jolly well able to！〃
Thus speaking； the Darties entered their habitat in Green Street； the rent of which was paid by James； and sought a well…earned rest。 The hour was midnight； and no Forsytes remained abroad in the streets to spy out Bosinney's wanderings； to see him return and stand against the rails of the Square garden； back from the glow of the street lamp； to see him stand there in the shadow of trees； watching the house where in the dark was hidden she whom he would have given the world to see for a single minuteshe who was now to him the breath of the lime…trees； the meaning of the light and the darkness； the very beating of his own heart。
CHAPTER X
DIAGNOSIS OF A FORSYTE
It is in the nature of a Forsyte to be ignorant that he is a Forsyte； but young Jolyon was well aware of being one。 He had not known it till after the decisive step which had made him an outcast； since then the knowledge had been with him continually。 He felt it throughout his alliance； throughout all his dealings with his second wife； who was emphatically not a Forsyte。
He knew that if he had not possessed in great measure the eye for what he wanted； the tenacity to hold on to it； the sense of the folly of wasting that for which he had given so big a pricein other words； the 'sense of property' he could never have retained her （perhaps never would have desired to retain her） with him through all the financial troubles； slights； and misconstructions of those fifteen years； never have induced her to marry him on the death of his first wife； never have lived it all through； and come up； as it were； thin； but smiling。
He was one of those men who； seated cross…legged like miniature Chinese idols in the cages of their own hearts； are ever smiling at themselves a doubting smile。 Not that this smile； so intimate and eternal； interfered with his actions； which； like his chin and his temperament； were quite a peculiar blend of softness and determination。
He was conscious； too； of being a Forsyte in his work； that painting of water…colours to which he devoted so much energy； always with an eye on himself； as though he could not take so unpractical a pursuit quite seriously； and always with a certain queer uneasiness that he did not make more money at it。
It was； then； this consciousness of what it meant to be a Forsyte； that made him receive the following letter from old Jolyon； with a mixture of sympathy and disgust：
'SHELDRAKE HOUSE； 'BROADSTAIRS；
'July 1。 'MY DEAR JO；'
（The Dad's handwriting had altered very little in the thirty odd years that he remembered it。）
'We have been here now a fortnight； and have had good weather on the whole。 The air is bracing； but my liver is out of order； and I shall be glad enough to get back to town。 I cannot say much for June； her health and spirits are very indifferent； and I don't see what is to come of it。 She says nothing； but it is clear that she is harping on this engagement； which is an engagement and no engagement； andgoodness knows what。 I have grave doubts whether she ought to be allowed to return to London in the present state of affairs； but she is so self…willed that she might take it into her head to come up at any moment。 The fact is someone ought to speak to Bosinney and ascertain what he means。 I'm afraid of this myself； for I should certainly rap him over the knuckles； but I thought that you； knowing him at the Club； might put in a word； and get to ascertain what the fellow is about。 You will of course in no way commit June。 I shall be glad to hear from you in the course of a few days whether you have succeeded in gaining any information。 The situation is very distressing to me； I worry about it at night。
With my love to Jolly and Holly。 'I am； 'Your affect。 father；
'JOLYON FORSYTE。'
Young Jolyon pondered this letter so long and seriously that his wife noticed his preoccupation； and asked him what was the matter。 He replied： 〃Nothing。〃
It was a fixed principle with him never to allude to June。 She might take alarm； he did not know what she might think； he hastened； therefore； to banish from his manner all traces of absorption； but in this he was about as successful as his father would have been； for he had inherited all old Jolyon's transparency in matters of domestic finesse； and yo
