man of property-第71章
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〃My dear boy！ My dear boy！〃
She put her lips to his forehead； and stroked his hand。
James； too； had turned full towards his son； his face looked older。
〃Left you？〃 he said。 〃What d'you meanleft you？ You never told me she was going to leave you。〃
Soames answered surlily： 〃How could I tell？ What's to be done？〃
James began walking up and down； he looked strange and stork…like without a coat。 〃What's to be done！〃 he muttered。 〃How should I know what's to be done？ What's the good of asking me？ Nobody tells me anything； and then they come and ask me what's to be done； and I should like to know how I'm to tell them！ Here's your mother； there she stands； she doesn't say anything。 What I should say you've got to do is to follow her。。〃
Soames smiled； his peculiar； supercilious smile had never before looked pitiable。
〃I don't know where she's gone；〃 he said。
〃Don't know where she's gone！〃 said James。 〃How d'you mean； don't know where she's gone？ Where d'you suppose she's gone？ She's gone after that young Bosinney； that's where she's gone。 I knew how it would be。〃
Soames； in the long silence that followed； felt his mother pressing his hand。 And all that passed seemed to pass as though his own power of thinking or doing had gone to sleep。
His father's face； dusky red； twitching as if he were going to cry； and words breaking out that seemed rent from him by some spasm in his soul。
〃There'll be a scandal； I always said so。〃 Then； no one saying anything： 〃And there you stand； you and your mother！〃
And Emily's voice； calm； rather contemptuous： 〃Come； now； James！ Soames will do all that he can。〃
And James； staring at the floor； a little brokenly： 〃Well； I can't help you； I'm getting old。 Don't you be in too great a hurry； my boy。〃
And his mother's voice again： 〃Soames will do all he can to get her back。 We won't talk of it。 It'll all come right； I dare say。〃
And James： 〃Well； I can't see how it can come right。 And if she hasn't gone off with that young Bosinney； my advice to you is not to listen to her； but to follow her and get her back。〃
Once more Soames felt his mother stroking his hand； in token of her approval； and as though repeating some form of sacred oath； he muttered between his teeth： 〃I will！〃
All three went down to the drawing…room together。 There； were gathered the three girls and Dartie； had Irene been present； the family circle would have been complete。
James sank into his armchair； and except for a word of cold greeting to Dartie； whom he both despised and dreaded； as a man likely to be always in want of money； he said nothing till dinner was announced。 Soames； too； was silent； Emily alone； a woman of cool courage； maintained a conversation with Winifred on trivial subjects。 She was never more composed in her manner and conversation than that evening。
A decision having been come to not to speak of Irene's flight； no view was expressed by any other member of the family as to the right course to be pursued； there can be little doubt； from the general tone adopted in relation to events as they afterwards turned out； that James's advice： 〃Don't you listen to her； follow…her and get her back！〃 would； with here and there an exception； have been regarded as sound； not only in Park Lane； but amongst the Nicholases； the Rogers； and at Timothy's。 Just as it would surely have been endorsed by that wider body of Forsytes all over London； who were merely excluded from judgment by ignorance of the story。
In spite then of Emily's efforts； the dinner was served by Warmson and the footman almost in silence。 Dartie was sulky； and drank all he could get； the girls seldom talked to each other at any time。 James asked once where June was； and what she was doing with herself in these days。 No one could tell him。 He sank back into gloom。 Only when Winifred recounted how little Publius had given his bad penny to a beggar； did he brighten up。
〃Ah！〃 he said； 〃that's a clever little chap。 I don't know what'll become of him； if he goes on like this。 An intelligent little chap； I call him！〃 But it was only a flash。
The courses succeeded one another solemnly； under the electric light； which glared down onto the table； but barely reached the principal ornament of the walls； a so…called 'Sea Piece by Turner；' almost entirely composed of cordage and drowning men。
Champagne was handed； and then a bottle of James' prehistoric port； but as by the chill hand of some skeleton。
At ten o'clock Soames left； twice in reply to questions； he had said that Irene was not well； he felt he could no longer trust himself。 His mother kissed him with her large soft kiss； and he pressed her hand； a flush of warmth in his cheeks。 He walked away in the cold wind； which whistled desolately round the corners of the streets； under a sky of clear steel…blue； alive with stars； he noticed neither their frosty greeting； nor the crackle of the curled…up plane…leaves； nor the night…women hurrying in their shabby furs； nor the pinched faces of vagabonds at street corners。 Winter was come！ But Soames hastened home； oblivious； his hands trembled as he took the late letters from the gilt wire cage into which they had been thrust through the slit in the door。'
None from Irene！
He went into the dining…room； the fire was bright there； his chair drawn up to it； slippers ready； spirit case； and carven cigarette box on the table； but after staring at it all for a minute or two； he turned out the light and went upstairs。 There was a fire too in his dressing…room； but her room was dark and cold。 It was into this room that Soames went。
He made a great illumination with candles； and for a long time continued pacing up and down between the bed and the door。 He could not get used to the thought that she had really left him； and as though still searching for some message； some reason； some reading of all the mystery of his married life； he began opening every recess and drawer。
There were her dresses； he had always liked； indeed insisted； that she should be well…dressedshe had taken very few； two or three at most； and drawer after drawer； full of linen and silk things； was untouched。
Perhaps after all it was only a freak； and she had gone to the seaside for a few days' change。 If only that were so； and she were really coming back； he would never again do as he had done that fatal night before last； never again run that riskthough it was her duty； her duty as a wife； though she did belong to himhe would never again run that risk； she was evidently not quite right in her head！
He stooped over the drawer where she kept her jewels； it was not locked； and came open as he pulled； the jewel box had the key in it。 This surprised him until he remembered that it was sure to be empty。 He opened it。
It was far from empty。 Divided； in little green velvet compartments； were all the things he had given her； even her watch； and stuck into the recess that containedthe watch was a three…cornered note addressed 'Soames Forsyte；' in Irene's handwriting：
'I think I have taken nothing that you or your people have given me。' And that was all。
He looked at the clasps and bracelets of diamonds and pearls； at the little flat gold watch with a great diamond set in sapphires； at the chains and rings； each in its nest； and the tears rushed up in his eyes and dropped upon them。
Nothing that she could have done； nothing that she had done； brought home to him like this the inner significance of her act。 For the moment； perhaps； he understood nearly all there was to understandunderstood that she loathed him； that she had loathed him for years； that for all intents and purposes they were like people living in different worlds； that there was no hope for him； never had been； even； that she had sufferedthat she was to be pitied。
In that moment of emotion he betrayed the Forsyte in himforgot himself； his interests； his propertywas capable of almost anything； was lifted into the pure ether of the selfless and unpractical。
Such moments pass quickly。
And as though with the tears he had purged himself of weakness； he got up； locked the box； and slowly； almost trembling； carried it with him into the other
